(Hook)
I don't do no talking no chitchat
You see the AR with the kickback
Stop playing your shxt your shxt wack
Im a big dog you're a tic tac
She like the way that I did that
Flipping her ass when I hit that
I want the cash and the big rack
I get the gas in the big bags
I use to get high off the zig zags
I clearly advise you to get back
Puma and Fendi that's Mitch match
I'm pulling up to your kickback
Hop in a jag it's all black
The shxt will remind you of Batman
Your nxgga is a fake he's a yes man
I don't ever hate I'm a bless man
(Verse)
Aye
I got a bad girl
An she's homey brown
With some pretty feet
I be getting all these bad bitches
You be heating your meat
I stay in the cut
I be in the trenches
I don't be in the street
Louis v holding my beenches
When I'm turnt up and geeked
Miami I'm bringing the heat
I'm working when you niggas sleep
Your diamonds are fake I peep
I'm good with numbers I'm a geek
And we I ain't f*cking on the sheets
And I'm just pulling down my jeans
And don't pass my no lean
I'm aint fxcking up my spleen
We gone Knick if you buck
Mob tied so we're stuck
Big dog you're a pup
You're bxtch you're a slut
Baby boy ass punk
With no Milwaukee Bucks
You're LIL ass chump
Broke nxgga get slumped
I got the sauce ( No thousand Island)
Laid out on a beach at a island
Played out you don't know perfect timing
Js out we gone serve them all night
You a bxtch with a strap you're a dyke
He thought I gave him a O
I'm getting this shxt for the low
I got you're mama to blow
An my little nxggas on go
An Greg he off parole
He told that Kiesha a hoe
Then she told me Hannah did coke
I remember those times we were broke
I use to walk to the store
I use to jump off the porch
Now me and Jaybo on the road
Two Ps in the Honda
I had a fun with no license
I pray to GOD for no violence
I really love vagainas
It's really sick how I'm rhyming
Your Rollie tick it's tocking
They ask when Terrors dropping
These nxggas scared they plotting
(Hook)
I don't do no talking no chitchat
You see the AR with the kickback
Stop playing your shxt your shxt wack
Im a big dog you're a tic tac
She like the way that I did that
Flipping her ass when I hit that
I want the cash and the big rack
I get the gas in the big bags
I use to get high off the zig zags
I clearly advise you to get back
Puma and Fendi that's Mitch match
I'm pulling up to your kickback
Hop in a jag it's all black
The shxt will remind you of Batman
Your nxgga is a fake he's a yes man
I don't ever hate I'm a bless man
Erik the Terror - No Chit Chat Lyrics
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(Hook)
I don't do no talking no chitchat
You see the AR with the kickback
Stop playing your shxt your shxt wack
Im a big dog you're a tic tac
She like the way that I did that
Flipping her ass when I hit that
I want the cash and the big rack
I get the gas in the big bags
I use to get high off the zig zags
I clearly advise you to get back
Puma and Fendi that's Mitch match
I'm pulling up to your kickback
Hop in a jag it's all black
The shxt will remind you of Batman
Your nxgga is a fake he's a yes man
I don't ever hate I'm a bless man
(Verse)
Aye
I got a bad girl
An she's homey brown
With some pretty feet
I be getting all these bad bitches
You be heating your meat
I stay in the cut
I be in the trenches
I don't be in the street
Louis v holding my beenches
When I'm turnt up and geeked
Miami I'm bringing the heat
I'm working when you niggas sleep
Your diamonds are fake I peep
I'm good with numbers I'm a geek
And we I ain't f*cking on the sheets
And I'm just pulling down my jeans
And don't pass my no lean
I'm aint fxcking up my spleen
We gone Knick if you buck
Mob tied so we're stuck
Big dog you're a pup
You're bxtch you're a slut
Baby boy ass punk
With no Milwaukee Bucks
You're LIL ass chump
Broke nxgga get slumped
I got the sauce ( No thousand Island)
Laid out on a beach at a island
Played out you don't know perfect timing
Js out we gone serve them all night
You a bxtch with a strap you're a dyke
He thought I gave him a O
I'm getting this shxt for the low
I got you're mama to blow
An my little nxggas on go
An Greg he off parole
He told that Kiesha a hoe
Then she told me Hannah did coke
I remember those times we were broke
I use to walk to the store
I use to jump off the porch
Now me and Jaybo on the road
Two Ps in the Honda
I had a fun with no license
I pray to GOD for no violence
I really love vagainas
It's really sick how I'm rhyming
Your Rollie tick it's tocking
They ask when Terrors dropping
These nxggas scared they plotting
(Hook)
I don't do no talking no chitchat
You see the AR with the kickback
Stop playing your shxt your shxt wack
Im a big dog you're a tic tac
She like the way that I did that
Flipping her ass when I hit that
I want the cash and the big rack
I get the gas in the big bags
I use to get high off the zig zags
I clearly advise you to get back
Puma and Fendi that's Mitch match
I'm pulling up to your kickback
Hop in a jag it's all black
The shxt will remind you of Batman
Your nxgga is a fake he's a yes man
I don't ever hate I'm a bless man
I don't do no talking no chitchat
You see the AR with the kickback
Stop playing your shxt your shxt wack
Im a big dog you're a tic tac
She like the way that I did that
Flipping her ass when I hit that
I want the cash and the big rack
I get the gas in the big bags
I use to get high off the zig zags
I clearly advise you to get back
Puma and Fendi that's Mitch match
I'm pulling up to your kickback
Hop in a jag it's all black
The shxt will remind you of Batman
Your nxgga is a fake he's a yes man
I don't ever hate I'm a bless man
(Verse)
Aye
I got a bad girl
An she's homey brown
With some pretty feet
I be getting all these bad bitches
You be heating your meat
I stay in the cut
I be in the trenches
I don't be in the street
Louis v holding my beenches
When I'm turnt up and geeked
Miami I'm bringing the heat
I'm working when you niggas sleep
Your diamonds are fake I peep
I'm good with numbers I'm a geek
And we I ain't f*cking on the sheets
And I'm just pulling down my jeans
And don't pass my no lean
I'm aint fxcking up my spleen
We gone Knick if you buck
Mob tied so we're stuck
Big dog you're a pup
You're bxtch you're a slut
Baby boy ass punk
With no Milwaukee Bucks
You're LIL ass chump
Broke nxgga get slumped
I got the sauce ( No thousand Island)
Laid out on a beach at a island
Played out you don't know perfect timing
Js out we gone serve them all night
You a bxtch with a strap you're a dyke
He thought I gave him a O
I'm getting this shxt for the low
I got you're mama to blow
An my little nxggas on go
An Greg he off parole
He told that Kiesha a hoe
Then she told me Hannah did coke
I remember those times we were broke
I use to walk to the store
I use to jump off the porch
Now me and Jaybo on the road
Two Ps in the Honda
I had a fun with no license
I pray to GOD for no violence
I really love vagainas
It's really sick how I'm rhyming
Your Rollie tick it's tocking
They ask when Terrors dropping
These nxggas scared they plotting
(Hook)
I don't do no talking no chitchat
You see the AR with the kickback
Stop playing your shxt your shxt wack
Im a big dog you're a tic tac
She like the way that I did that
Flipping her ass when I hit that
I want the cash and the big rack
I get the gas in the big bags
I use to get high off the zig zags
I clearly advise you to get back
Puma and Fendi that's Mitch match
I'm pulling up to your kickback
Hop in a jag it's all black
The shxt will remind you of Batman
Your nxgga is a fake he's a yes man
I don't ever hate I'm a bless man
Writer: Erik Autry
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid