Valxnt1n0 - All Talk Lyrics

Okay, what's up, what you tryna do Got a whole gallon of the Jamba Juice
Wait, hold up, you ain't see the f*ckin' news You's a motherf*ckin' fool for drinkin' all
The Julio But it's okay, we vibin
Sittin' in this chair and this bitch reclinin' Smokin' to the sky, yeah, bitch, we flyin

Why do I gotta worry about f*ckin' dying? I don't gotta worry about no f*ckin' Ellie
She ain't nowhere on my celly But she got some spice, so I'ma take her to the
Deli Then take her back to my place like I'm f*ckin
Nelly, Big stepin in what?

Bitch, I don't got no motherf*ckin' Air Force Ones
I don't give a damn bout you, I don't need a f*ckin' gun
To show you that you need to f*ckin' run You ain't gonna take the motherf*ckin' shot
Like you're Donald You're gonna have to run like a bitch like Harris

She don't want you lil bro
You're a beat-up civic
And I'm a brand new f*ckin' McLaren
Is you talkin' shit on my name?
I'ma chuck your ass out like I'm Joel, I don't give a damn (shit)
This blunt's callin' my name like I need her This bitch is so fat, I'ma call her Dina

Eat your girl out for my dinner Sorry God, I know that I'm a sinner
But the blunt and her ass were so fat, you know I had to tap
Pussy, you gonna drop again
Do I gotta put a bullet through your f*ckin' head

You know your girl wants to get me some head again
You's a brain-dead bitch, why you even tryin'
You lost this fight when you couldn't even fly in
You tried to rap, couldn't even plug the mic in

No wonder why your mother wants to f*ckin' die
Seein' your face every day's a horrible sight , man
And that's on God, no wonder why your ass kept getting dropped
By all these girls you try to talk to Don't even got a flow to follow through

I know my shit is raggedy and trash Your shit is ass like Ash kash
Don't even know why people like her It's like how people like Drake, he's only a good singer
Shit, where'd the beat go
Like, how can you like that

He only got more listeners by swingin' his bat
Talkin about the leak now the girls think he's bad
Like, bro, he's a motherf*ckin' bad dad
From Billie to Bobby, he really thought that he had that

At this f*ckin' point, I'ma start callin' him B-Rad
(Sorry Dad) cause his music really makes me f*ckin' mad
But I'm okay, I'm chillin
Sit here starin' at my ceilin

Thinkin' and ponderin' what I done
Like, damn, bro, I really am a bad son
Why do I keep talkin'
Thinkin' that people just come and walk in

I don't even know why I'm still talkin
My life shattered as soon as I walked to that apartment
I knew I was leavin', why did I go in
All the tears, they just keep flowin

Shit, it's so cold, man, I think it's snowin
She should've just f*ckin' said no, man
And that's on God
I ain't ready for these shots

I ain't ready to get f*ckin' dropped
I ain't ready to get f*ckin' shot
What am I sayin', man
I'm all talk