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Tee Grizzley

"No Talkin"

[Intro]
Ayy, don't talk about it if you really gon' do it
Don't say you gon' do that sh*t if you really won't do it
Been at the bottom, you don't wanna go through it
I'll take it back out the back and I flow through it
Now, I'm in the back of the 'Bach
Twin chopsticks, Cody and Zack
DJ on the beat, so it's a banger!
Me and Blanco Kobe and Shaq
Me and Lochi goin' Mad Max
ATL Jacob, b*tch!

[Verse 1]
Come through, just don't take no flicks
Go at whoever, I ain't got no pics (Word)
Heard a n*gga say he f*cked my b*tch (What?)
f*ck that b*tch, I don't trust that b*tch (Trust that b*tch, n*gga)
Aventador and the license plate Michigan (Yeah)
Had to quit f*cking with dawg, he feminine (Feel me?)
I run Detroit, n*ggas talkin' 'bout Eminem
Talking that sh*t, I kill you, him, and him (Yeah)
I made a M, then I made a M again, slow down
Check that score, n*gga, blow out (Blow out)
No school 'cause the trap got snowed out (Snowed out)
If I was C-Murder, I would've broke out (Broke out)
b*tch got flew out, then thrown out
Lil' bro in the joint gettin' n*ggas rolled out
Everything a n*gga do for the bag, no clout (On my momma)

[Chorus]
Ayy, don't talk about it if you really gon' do it
Don't say you gon' do that sh*t if you won't do it
Been at the bottom, you don't wanna go through it
I'll take it back out the bank and I'll blow through it
I'm in the back of the 'Bach
Twin chopsticks, Cody and Zack
Me and Blanco Kobe and Shaq
Me and Lochi goin' Mad Max, b*tch

[Verse 2]
b*tch, I'm a Detroit legend (Legend)
You convenient, not special (Not special)
And you know I'ma shoot, not wrestle (Bow)
I'm calling it now, this sh*t goin' Platinum (That's facts)
Before I go broke, I'ma jump in a lake
I could jump out that Bentley and jump in a straight
Jump out that straight and jump in a Cutty
n*ggas want smoke, we gon' jump in a tank
Lil' baby, I don't do dates
Can't have these hoes with a due date
Spend your block for a few days
With a few K's, if you play, you lay
n*ggas want beef, don't entertain it
They wanna die, just make the arrangement
She on her knees like its a engagement
My n*ggas get money too, it's contagious
Where was you at when I was in the basement?
Where was you at when I was at arraignment?
They wanna f*ck, 'cause we in this b*tch raining
Million dollar n*gga, but I still eat Ramen
I love bro to death but we don't really be hanging (Why not?)
I'm scared to hang with him 'cause he got more bodies than Jason (He's a killer)
Foreigns back to back, just line 'em up, adjacent (Line 'em up)
You got all them n*ggas locked up, you a agent (Boy, you's a rat, b*tch)

[Chorus]
Ayy, don't talk about it if you really gon' do it
Don't say you gon' do that sh*t if you won't do it
Been at the bottom, you don't wanna go through it
I'll take it back out the bank and I'll blow through it
I'm in the back of the 'Bach
Twin chopsticks, Cody and Zack
Me and Blanco Kobe and Shaq
Me and Lochi goin' Mad Max, b*tch

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