(Intro)
This to these bitch ass n***as, they know who I’m talking too. Yeah. say I ain’t grinding, well damn I’ll show you something

(Hook)
Talk shit you get fucked up
G on 12’s 401’s tucked up
Atlanta shit is my stuff bruh
What I do I on’t walk bucked up (repeat)

(Verse 1)
N***as talkin’ shit (yup)
I don’t care he live with his bitch (whoah)
Eating expired pussy everyday
With the same girl that bitch ain’t lit (nope)
I don’t have no dad either
But I’m debating to buy me a whip (take it)
The difference betweens our fathers’
Mines a killer yours a bitch (damn)
Darion shut yo mouth
Fuck with me you gone get sticked (yup)
I hate fighting little kids
I fight grown men just to live’ (no lie)
Che’Mar knocked my teeth out
So I dialed up my clique (blood gang)
We beat his ass so bad
And he was 26 (yup)
6 foot 6 size don’t matter
You can get still kicked (true, true)
Nelson shoes be kick’n bricks (damn)
Shea is also Gus’s Bitch (hoe)
You stay with one girl
And say you get bitches
I get pussy err-week
No stutin’ Jestiny got dicked in (take that)
Went on to Miyah over the weeknd
Crying on night
Waiting for my tippin
Fuck you mean I don’t get bitches
Mess around and go get stitches
G’d all geeked up shooting them snitches
I go call my G’s on 45 and now I we get to clippin
Jalen says I’m ass at basketball
But your worst then Bill and Billy
(Hook)
Talk shit you get fucked up
G on 12’s 401’s tucked up
Atlanta shit is my stuff bruh
What I do I on’t walk bucked up (repeat)

(Verse 2)
Perpetrate, impersonate, you too soft to catch a fade
I got n***as in these streets that touch more snow than Christmas Day
Blow my high, lose my cool, you gon' make the evening news
They can't find your head to ID you, they don't have a clue
It's going down on your block, where the bread at?
Catch you sleepin', homie, send some shots, where your bed at
Got your bitch, like what you thinking n***a, where your head at?
Talkin' all that shit, you wish you wouldn't have said that
You a dead man, fill you up with lead, man, real n***as, I bring that
They gon' go to war for me, they gon' bring your head back (bitch)
And I know where you been, where you standin' (hoe)
Ain't no runnin' off from me 'cause I don't play that, mane
(Yeah Hoe!)


(Hook)
Talk shit you get fucked up
G on 12’s 401’s tucked up
Atlanta shit is my stuff bruh
What I do I on’t walk bucked up (repeat4xs)