MaccMall - Talk My Shit Lyrics

Yo Raz How You Do That
Ima Young nigga (Yeah)
That’s really bout my dough
Give a fuck about a Ho’
She prolly fucking on the bro
I just kick her to the door
I Got Designer on my clothes
.40 Cap in my jeans niggas know I’m gon’ blow
I been with it
That’s some you already know
My brother locked down
But shit
He ain’t never told (Nope)
My cousin FattMatt
The one who put me on this song
I’m going in, I’m only worried bout the dough
Uchies
Shoutout to my nigga Drakeo
They can’t hold a real one down for that long (Damn)
.40 with a beam
Them bullets goin hella long
Yeah I’m bout my money
Call me Mr. Bankroll
But I ain’t talking bout Lv
Any bitch that want me
She gon’ have to run her fee
My own niggas switched
So the Glock on the side of me (Switched Up)
I’ll never switch and I put that on my team
Nigga
Yea I’m really from the streets (Bop)
Where we shoot at heads
Never at no feet
I really got it out the mud
Straight on my 2 feet
I had to bounce back
I’m Still screaming FreeAG
Talking all that shit
Will get you put on a tee
He said “Bitch”
I don’t know to who
Not to me (I don’t know)
Niggas talking reckless
Will get you socked up in your teeth
You want problems?
Nah nigga not towards me
That .40 made him flip had to put him on Tv
It’s a Blowback
Yeah that swiped him off his feet (Gen 4)
Never catch me lacking like them niggas in the streets
When it’s cold
I ain’t running to no heat (Nah)
I got yo main bitch all up on my meat (Hello)
When it’s time to cuff
I had to put her on her feet
I got yo main bitch all up on my meat
When it’s time to cuff
I had to put her on her feet
(Hello)
(Nigga)

Yo Raz How You Do That
Ima Young nigga (Yeah)
That’s really bout my dough
Give a fuck about a Ho’
She prolly fucking on the bro
I just kick her to the door
I Got Designer on my clothes
.40 Cap in my jeans niggas know I’m gon’ blow
I been with it
That’s some you already know
My brother locked down
But shit
He ain’t never told (Nope)
My cousin FattMatt
The one who put me on this song
I’m going in, I’m only worried bout the dough
Uchies
Shoutout to my nigga Drakeo
They can’t hold a real one down for that long (Damn)
.40 with a beam
Them bullets goin hella long
Yeah I’m bout my money
Call me Mr. Bankroll
But I ain’t talking bout Lv
Any bitch that want me
She gon’ have to run her fee
My own niggas switched
So the Glock on the side of me (Switched Up)
I’ll never switch and I put that on my team
Nigga
Yea I’m really from the streets (Bop)
Where we shoot at heads
Never at no feet
I really got it out the mud
Straight on my 2 feet
I had to bounce back
I’m Still screaming FreeAG
Talking all that shit
Will get you put on a tee
He said “Bitch”
I don’t know to who
Not to me (I don’t know)
Niggas talking reckless
Will get you socked up in your teeth
You want problems?
Nah nigga not towards me
That .40 made him flip had to put him on Tv
It’s a Blowback
Yeah that swiped him off his feet (Gen 4)
Never catch me lacking like them niggas in the streets
When it’s cold
I ain’t running to no heat (Nah)
I got yo main bitch all up on my meat (Hello)
When it’s time to cuff
I had to put her on her feet
I got yo main bitch all up on my meat
When it’s time to cuff
I had to put her on her feet
(Hello)
(Nigga)