Gravv - What They Talkin' Bout Lyrics

Orange Gang
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Tug onna beat
Bruddas
You know, they know, we know, betta know
Yeah
Ay yo Chiko, what up my nigga

Got these chains on my neck, what you talkin bout (huh)
All this pain in my heart, what you talkin bout (huh, oh lord)
All this music in my brain, what you talkin bout (la la)
All this ice on my wrist bout to flood it out (Ice)
Kush, Indica, man it's speaking loud (aye)
What they talkin bout, I hear it in the streets (yeah)
What they talkin bout, Solid as concrete (tough)
What, What, What they talkin bout (aye, Gravv)

Put the boots on with the gator (ohhh)
All red interior shaping up the rafer (raf)
Give my momma bands I'm a savior (thank the lord)
Keep on cashing checks, now these diamonds fruit loops (flash)
Been working real hard Gaggia is a hit, who knew (ghia)
Got to put the flavor in the culture like Hi-Chew (yeah)
My songs make you get up and boogaloo (yeah)
Told her, don't step on my yeezy shoes (damn girl)
Scoring all these points like jordan (2-3)
I got you bitches, I'm hoarding
I know what they want, I'm psychic call me Corbin (Bernsen)
I'm making a legacy like Olivia Wilde (Tron)
And I'm running this house, that's my style (yeah)

Got these chains on my neck, what you talkin bout (huh)
All this pain in my heart, what you talkin bout (huh, oh lord)
All this music in my brain, what you talkin bout (la la)
All this ice on my wrist bout to flood it out (Ice)
Kush, Indica, man it's speaking loud (aye)
What they talkin bout, I hear it in the streets (yeah)
What they talkin bout, Solid as concrete (tough)
What, What, What they talkin bout (aye)

And they keep staring at the patek
AP Rolex, all white Corvette
Uniqlo Turtleneck, new p-jet, and the pinky ring
These diamonds shining and they sing (yeahhhh)
I am a hot commodity
Ladies with the hot bodies (woo)
In the bando with the recipes
Always showing the best of me (best)
Cashing in at the Emmys (cash)
Catching bricks call me Sammy (Wat)
Don't got a black panther, but I got a Spooky (key)
These niggas lying, yeah they're dirty (fuck em)
Got her on the perky, now her eyesight blurry (woo)
On the track get them Juice (Cash and Lions)
Walking around the house in my Jimmy Choos (ohh)
Kicking niggas out the game, call me Bruce (lee)
Put that arm up with the follow through (splash)

Got these chains on my neck, what you talkin bout (huh)
All this pain in my heart, what you talkin bout (huh, oh lord)
All this music in my brain, what you talkin bout (la la)
All this ice on my wrist bout to flood it out (Ice)
Kush, Indica, man it's speaking loud (aye)
What they talkin bout, I hear it in the streets (yeah)
What they talkin bout, Solid as concrete (tough)
What, What, What they talkin bout (aye)