[Intro]
Ooh, shit (Lucci, how you feel? Yeah)
Ayy, Lucci, this shit crazy right here
(Lucci, how you feel?)
Ooh-wee (Ayy, ayy)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Grrt, huh?

[Verse 1]
Last n***a played, he laid, we stretched him (Stretched his ass)
Pull up with them choppers, Odell Beckham, we gon' catch him (Catch his ass)
Blowin' like a whistle with this pistol, we gon' ref him (Bah, come here)
Ayy
Pull up with them switches, hop out trippin' like we on somethin' (Flat)
I don't give a fuck 'bout who your n***a, I'm tryna poke somethin' (I'm tryna fuck)
And we got them glitches tucked, you know them bitches on us
Switch gang, we the reason the morgue had to fix him up (Switches)
Nah, we the reason they grieving and them boys over there sick as fuck (They sick as fuck)
They hate Sleaze, the reason why 'cause they bitch wanna fuck me (Nasty)
Might let her fuck me
Only want head, so if we fuck, she lucky (She lucky)
I don't really be fuckin' hoes
Shit, I'm scared to touch you hoes (Nasty bitch)
Huh, I'm scared to touch 'em (Facts)
Hoes be tryna lay up, so when I'm done, I be havin' to rush 'em (I gotta go)
And this lil' bitch an eater, I'm like watch out, watch out, watch out (Watch out, watch out)
Don't bring no opps up in this bitch, you gon' see Glocks out (They gon' see glizzies)
[Interlude]
Man, I been cutting up on this bitch, man
I don't even think I wanna keep goin' on this bitch (Ooh-wee)
Ayy, 2 Eyes (Ayy, man, keep fuckin' them boys up)
Fuck that, we finna go back in
Come on

[Verse 2]
Feelin' like Dugg in my city, I'm the youngest turnt (42 Dugg)
Y'all need to cut that bullshit off because them boys burnt out (Turn that shit off)
Come here, freaky bitch, come put this Glock in your mouth (Come put this Glock in your mouth)
Tell your n***a don't come to me, I'ma end up sockin' him out (Put his ass to sleep)
Yeah, put his ass to bed
Face cute, her ass fat, she look like Karlie Redd (Shit)
Huh, I mean Cardi B
What lil' n***a goin' hard as me? (What lil' n***a goin' hard as me?)
Nobody
We be with Black youngsters like we Yo Gotti (CMG)
Feelin' like Gucci (Gucci)
Take somethin' from me and I'ma do his ass like Pookie (Put him up)
Watch your hands, don't touch shit that don't belong to you (Bitch)
I'll smoke your ass, then hit the booth and make a song to you (Rap about it)

[Outro]
I might fuck around and just hit the booth and make a song about you
You know we be on that bullshit
Ayy, this that, "Let Me Talk My Shit Part 3"
You know I had to talk my shit, grrt