Sapphire Blu - Talkin Shit Lyrics

Nah, you don't want me, just a kiss on my lips cost 10 G's
Yeah, I'm ridin' through the streets, you can't beat me
Yeah, I'm from the west side, you don't know me
All my bitches is A1 and they carry guns
You finna do what? Roll em up, he done
I got niggas from the Dena to the LBC
But I'm a L.A. bitch, gotta pay the fee
Stop fakin', you ain't really had no hunnit
You don't know what it's like just to blow money
Yeah, my niggas in the field and they cold-hearted
I ain't never had to talk cause my flow harder
Red fur while my watch got blue glass
You ain't gotta lie for me cause I blow gas
Yeah, I f*ck em every week, time go fast
Yeah, I see you at the top but you gon' be last
Yeah, I'm really talkin' shit, what you wanna do
You got three, two, one to feel uncomfortable
Steppin' on these lil' bums just to f*ck with you
Y'all bitches talk too much, shouldn't f*ck with you
Yeah, we all can start slidin' it, that's better, bitch
If you talkin' bout me, bitch, you better say my shit
You know I move a little different but I had to fit
Don't make me turn off all the lights just to prove I'm lit
Aye, never put me in your conversations
Unless you really bout that life, ain't no hesitations
QSB to you hoes, f*ck the celebration
When you see me in the streets, don't get palpitations
When I slide to the right, ya bitch go left
I ain't never gon' trip, I don't do stress
If it ain't about the money, then I talk less
And if you f*ckin' with my opps, you gon' get left
My pussy ain't for the week, gotta f*ck strong
Money comin' more than me, I like my stacks long
I don't work with anybody, keep my circle tight
Push the pussy in his face, you can call me Ike
You ain't never ran a lap, we can't talk, nigga
You ain't never held a strap, I can't trust in ya
You ain't never talked that shit, ain't no G in you
You ain't never been trusted, I can't f*ck with you
Stop actin' like you got it, cause I know you don't
Thick bitch all up in your shit, I don't f*ck with hoes
If it ain't top shelf, nigga, I don't f*ck with those
Pushin' 50 to 100, I can't save your soul
Westside where I'm at, I ain't changin' that
I'm a real shit talker, bitch, I can stand on that
Top that, f*ck up with my money, gonna lay you flat
I don't argue with a bitch, ain't no pay in that
Ayy, never put me in your conversations
Unless you really bout that life, ain't no hesitations
QSB to you hoes, f*ck the celebrations
When you see me in the streets, don't get palpitations
When I slide to the right, ya bitch go left
I ain't never gon' trip, I don't do stress
If it ain't about the money, then I talk less
And if you f*ckin' with my opps, you gon' get less
Ayy, Michael Kors on my body, I don't do the rest
Diamond cross on my neck, gotta stay protected
You ain't gotta say nothin' to me, I don't have to bet
Sapphire blu up in this bitch, nigga, I'm the set
Takin' trips back and forth, I can't sit too long
I got a call comin' in, but I can't answer phones
You can't kiss up on this pussy, cause your money short
My homie L.A. Bandit told me you can't trust a door
See the nigga to the left, his screws ain't tight
One word from me, nigga, then it's on sight
Never stoppin' at the light, my game too strong
And if you run up on me, nigga, you gon' get domed
I been had these bitches cryin', they can't get right
I hear you lyin' to yourself, guess you fear life
You can't f*ck up what I'm doin', I'm a rolling stone
West side, light skinned bitch, yeah, I'm preyed on
Ayy, never put me in your conversations
Unless you really bout that life, ain't no hesitation
QSB to you hoes, f*ck the celebration
When you see me in the streets, don't get palpitation
When I slide to the right, you bitch go left
I ain't never gon' trip, I don't do stress
If it ain't about the money, then I talk less
And if you f*ckin' with my opps, bitch