BIG YNL - Talkin My Shxt, Pt. 2 Lyrics

N u know I got da glocky
Playin w me , he want me jump out my body
Bro kno I'm keeping da strap right up under da seat
12 coming u knowin we outie
I heard his whip got 4os onna back no qp
He pull up he get shots in his Audi
Ion even wan smoke unless I got da hottest shit out
I'm rolling exotic
Ion show up to da paaaartty less I be zoooted
ion want shit outta pocket
N my brova keep da rocket right in his pocket
Nothing u could do ta stop it
Police pull us over we pulling off onna knockers
Uh im inna back of da steamer uh
Bro put ya foot onna gas
Nigga try play den I'm uppin da heater uh
I really been on Dey ass
Hot leave a couple holes in his beater
Dey don't like da way I drag
I wear da latex when Im loadin da Nina
Dey don't like me ion like em neither
I got tired of of faking 4 people
Keep it real but it make me look evil
I'm like ma let me da hold da whip she
Be like rd but u bet not do nothing illegal
Uh bro had got rid of da Beamer
If I got to a rock a nigga in his liver
It's like I'm playing for da Beatles
Uh
I ain't bluffing
Nigga try play he get baked muffin
I'm gettin tired of da fake stuntin
How u a trapper don't make nuffin
How u be robbin don't take nuffin
If I go broke ima shake something
I'm sorry bae know u hate when I up it
We give em shot after shot he start krumpin
I'm inna trap w da strap doing numbers
A nigga run off w da pack den he dunnas
If he take it dere den we out like we hunting
Cause I gah chip on my shoulder no funyons
I gotta chip on my shoulder I gotta win
It's only one of me but it's a lot of dem haters
Cut out distractions I gah get paper
Dey talk about me cause I'm dropping flavors
Flavors flavors I got dat potent shit
Might serve u huff n tell u I ain't u I ain't notice it
Dat nigga tried to run off when he stole da whip
We screaming get back
You know I totaled it
We play w sticks but we not inna wilderness
Don't make no threat on my life ima finish it
Slide down on his shit while he kickin it
We takin him n whoever was w da nigga
So I pray to God at night
Even doe I do it for my family
Feel like I ain't doin it right
Ion want no fame or no Grammys
Jus want da fetty be tight
N it's cool dat Dey don't understand me
Most niggas jus go w da hype
Uh
Uh
I like da glock on my hip n Shit
I like da glock inna whip when I'm bippin it
19 w a 33 clip in it
Rondo w da lick I swear I be dishing it
Is u toppin cause we is not kickin it
I gah sale waiting on me I'm hittin it
I been running through packs I be flipping it
On my Olympic shit my niggas witnessed it
Fuck a milly rock my niggas rock off
He act hard den we knocking his top off
Niggas hard till shit gah pop off
Up da glock nigga won't get a shot off
I'm rocking white ts w da ua
Dem niggas don't like me off da dusse
I Used to tie my jeans w a shoelace
Now I'm bout to go to Cali for some new taste
If u need a flight I got u for a new rate
Niggas be taking trips be gone two for two days
Let me put u on to a new wave
Tap in w da gang
We get u payed
I been flipping shit been up a few days
I done fucked around made twice what u make
No Beyoncé but I might get u slayed
I might fuck around n make it doomsday
So I pray to God at night
Even doe I do it for my family
Feel like I ain't doin it right
Ion want no fame or no Grammys
Jus want da fetty be tight
N it's cool dat Dey don't understand me
Most niggas jus go w da hype
Uh

N u know I got da glocky
Playin w me , he want me jump out my body
Bro kno I'm keeping da strap right up under da seat
12 coming u knowin we outie
I heard his whip got 4os onna back no qp
He pull up he get shots in his Audi
Ion even wan smoke unless I got da hottest shit out
I'm rolling exotic
Ion show up to da paaaartty less I be zoooted
ion want shit outta pocket
N my brova keep da rocket right in his pocket
Nothing u could do ta stop it
Police pull us over we pulling off onna knockers
Uh im inna back of da steamer uh
Bro put ya foot onna gas
Nigga try play den I'm uppin da heater uh
I really been on Dey ass
Hot leave a couple holes in his beater
Dey don't like da way I drag
I wear da latex when Im loadin da Nina
Dey don't like me ion like em neither
I got tired of of faking 4 people
Keep it real but it make me look evil
I'm like ma let me da hold da whip she
Be like rd but u bet not do nothing illegal
Uh bro had got rid of da Beamer
If I got to a rock a nigga in his liver
It's like I'm playing for da Beatles
Uh
I ain't bluffing
Nigga try play he get baked muffin
I'm gettin tired of da fake stuntin
How u a trapper don't make nuffin
How u be robbin don't take nuffin
If I go broke ima shake something
I'm sorry bae know u hate when I up it
We give em shot after shot he start krumpin
I'm inna trap w da strap doing numbers
A nigga run off w da pack den he dunnas
If he take it dere den we out like we hunting
Cause I gah chip on my shoulder no funyons
I gotta chip on my shoulder I gotta win
It's only one of me but it's a lot of dem haters
Cut out distractions I gah get paper
Dey talk about me cause I'm dropping flavors
Flavors flavors I got dat potent shit
Might serve u huff n tell u I ain't u I ain't notice it
Dat nigga tried to run off when he stole da whip
We screaming get back
You know I totaled it
We play w sticks but we not inna wilderness
Don't make no threat on my life ima finish it
Slide down on his shit while he kickin it
We takin him n whoever was w da nigga
So I pray to God at night
Even doe I do it for my family
Feel like I ain't doin it right
Ion want no fame or no Grammys
Jus want da fetty be tight
N it's cool dat Dey don't understand me
Most niggas jus go w da hype
Uh
Uh
I like da glock on my hip n Shit
I like da glock inna whip when I'm bippin it
19 w a 33 clip in it
Rondo w da lick I swear I be dishing it
Is u toppin cause we is not kickin it
I gah sale waiting on me I'm hittin it
I been running through packs I be flipping it
On my Olympic shit my niggas witnessed it
Fuck a milly rock my niggas rock off
He act hard den we knocking his top off
Niggas hard till shit gah pop off
Up da glock nigga won't get a shot off
I'm rocking white ts w da ua
Dem niggas don't like me off da dusse
I Used to tie my jeans w a shoelace
Now I'm bout to go to Cali for some new taste
If u need a flight I got u for a new rate
Niggas be taking trips be gone two for two days
Let me put u on to a new wave
Tap in w da gang
We get u payed
I been flipping shit been up a few days
I done fucked around made twice what u make
No Beyoncé but I might get u slayed
I might fuck around n make it doomsday
So I pray to God at night
Even doe I do it for my family
Feel like I ain't doin it right
Ion want no fame or no Grammys
Jus want da fetty be tight
N it's cool dat Dey don't understand me
Most niggas jus go w da hype
Uh