UpOne Drekko - Talk My Shit (Animal Remix) Lyrics

I Talk My shit... talk my shit... talk my shit... aye

Talk like you bout it bitch you not a steppa
Jump out a body get sent to the devil
Niggas be cappn Dey not on my level
Dese bullets bite hot like a hot chili pepper

Care where you from I don't care what you reppn
All of my niggas get real disrespectful
40 to heavy can't carry dis weapon
Iaint no teacher but he learned da lesson

Bitch Ima legend dey call me a blessing
Head of my time so Iaint on da schedule
She love ta eat da dick like its a edible
Hand on da trigger den Im finna let it go

We Hit his brain turn him into a vegetable
Head out dis world
She an extra terrestrial
She eat da kids all da way out the testacles
You facebook banging That shit unacceptable

Bitch im da goat and Iaint even braggin
Act like you got it you not even baggn
If she wanna f*ck me I put on da magnum
Da pussy was whack but I still had to gas it

Yo bitch attracted to me like a magnet
Deep in her guts while you liking her status
She sucking me up while you blowing ha up begging fa a text back from da bitch you a faggot

Robins jean on me my diamonds be blinging
Ex on my line so my phone steady ringing
She told me slide to the crib put the thing in so she can do work and den swallow my semen

Fur on my jacket no cheetah I'm eating
She hit my jack for da dick when she need it
Foe nick get pissed widd da glick and start tweaking
Bow, knock yo ass down fa no reason

Ice on my neck widd a jersey like hockey
Playing my songs while I let this hoe top me
Shoes came from Gucci my shirt from
Givenchy, put it on god it ain't no
Nigga like me

Fresh den a bitch when I step onna scene
Whip his nose bald like his name Mr.Clean
Bitch I been balling I feel like Kareem
I don't shoot for the stars cause I'm chasing my dreams

I Talk My shit... talk my shit... talk my shit... aye

Diamonds on me and them bitches be gleaming
30 like Whitney cause it's steady singing
If he start tweaking we send em to Jesus
Ain't no mo angels I hang around demons

Slide thru my hood betta tuck in yo chain
Cause I hang round dem plotters
Dem robbers and schemas
I hit the scene fresh asf fa no reason
Don't take offense but I been on my defense

Onna come up got my jacket from Neimans
Flex on my old bitch I prolly ain't mean it
Bank account growing dem numbers can't read it
Glick by my side so don't tweak ima squeeze it

I gotta get it fa days Iaint have it
I'm tucking dat matic
And keep me a rachet
Yo bitch wanna f*ck cause she know I'm established
My young niggas got it, you know I'm gone grab it, bow

I Talk My shit... talk my shit... talk my shit... aye