J Willie - Talk On Lyrics

Ya difficult some time got me stressing
Need a Rollie for when it time for flexing
Jits stay hating they ringing on my line
Call my ten digits and you might catch nine
Jit talking crazy I heard he caught trouble
Telescope on him just like it be Hubble
King kunta on these hoes turn em kevin bacon
Cut a boy footloose and it leave him shaken
I'm in the field talk on my damn end zone
Cast not or get hit back by your damn stone
Feel me the real see the stand for family
Closed casket ugly dressed real handsomely
Shotta sings out like keys on a piano
The devil cries out he sings in the soprano
Leave you shaking with noise call that a panto
Exquisite sent to visit Lucy by a sambo
F-L-A no G-A no P-A fight like the V-A
Smoked out just C-A the tint dark couldn't see me
Who you is talking on prolly wind up as my D-A
My bae gone slay dat way she get her BA

If you touch my sister look at my damn girl
Or ya touch my mama I'll end yo whole damn world
Dare ya touch my cousin you'll ain't say nothing
There ain't nothing I ain't do for all the damn loving

The other day heard lil jit was talking on my woman
He lucky it just words Lord knows I am a goodman
But caskets are just boxes that is made of wooden
Shelled like up turtles I'll shred ya and ya footman
Talk bout my love get rough ya ready know tho
I'll print out t shirts with all yo damn photo
Would die rise high like a bean I'll never burrow
Hit ya in the torso bounce out like pogo
I put on for my people, feel my heart pumping
I'm a wasp not a bee no buzzing
Like your hairline I swear to God let's get to dusting
Contralto hit low that mop stick be humming

If you touch my sister look at my damn girl
Or ya touch my mama I'll end yo whole damn world
Dare ya touch my cousin you'll ain't say nothing
There ain't nothing I ain't do for all the damn loving

Keep ya space act rightly n know they damn worth
Learn your place tread kindly and remain obscured
Path's on Waze be timely if ya unassured
Ain't a race be safe choose wisely n don't get hurt
I've been very content with all that on my plate
Can see your eyes sway ya want what's on my slate
If ya even had a taste you'd throw it all away
Ya can't handle the heat it too spicy of a pâté
All my blood need studs cause they be diamonds
Highly desired just like private islands
Act flaw Simon Says turns to Simon Wilding
I'll let it slide long as my S-O be smiling