[Intro]
Last one, o-oh, o-oh
Yeah-yeah-yeah
Talk, I don't talk

[Chorus]
I don't talk shit, I let the stick talk shit
Shots to his face, got him crip walk-ing
I been getting high off the skyrock shit
Then I mix it up with the moonrock shit
I don't talk shit, I let my stick talk shit
Shots to his chest, got him crip walk-ing
I been getting high off the skywalk shit
Then I mix it all with the moonrock shit

[Verse 1]
That lil' bitch all in a mix, she be posin' for a pic
On my ex I take a shit, flush it then I take a shit again, fuck it, huh
I fuck that bitch with no rubber, uh
Hiding that bitch like the summer
I got some top in a Hummer, I tote that Glock in the Hummer
Yeah, yeah, ignorant, yeah, I'm a bummer
Fuck that-
You be broke and you out of the money
In the studio I send a runner
'Cause I need me some Backwoods or somethin'
Run up on me, I'm blastin' or somethin'
Takin' off like it's NASA or somethin'
Chains on me, I'm a master though
Cocaine, no overdose
Hell nah, not in my nose, I take a percocet though, ayy
Fuckin' that bitch super slow, I'm on a road
Smokin' that [?], Kurt Cobain, no overdose
I'm on top, wait, count my guap
Swerve in a parking lot, uh, ayy
Yeah, I do a donut, I don't park at lot
Iron on my hip, I Tony Stark a lot
In the back of the bus but I move to the front, I Rosa Parked it, huh
I'm the man, yeah, I'm the man
Sprite up in my can, no Xans, huh, oh
[Chorus]
I don't talk shit, I let the stick talk shit
Shots to his face, got him crip walk-ing
I been getting high off the skyrock shit
Then I mix it up with the moonrock shit

[Verse 2]
Fuckin' on a bitch in the day time
Then I kick her out in the night time
Tony Hawk, yeah, I'm always on my grind
Rollie on me like the sunshine
Pussy n***a, no you not about yours
Why you tryna come through about mine?
Yeah, hangin' out the window like a gangsta
Know some n***as that be throwin' up the gangstas
Surf on a bitch, hit a big [?]
In the cut with a gun, I'ma bang .9
Lil' bitch run up on with [?]
[mumbling]
Fuck n***a [?]
We'll probably catch him at the stop sign
We'll probably catch him at the stop light
Somethin' in the air feel not right
I was in the cut pourin' Act', right
Bad lil' bitch, give her Act', right
Give her lil' money if I act right
Pull up on the scene with a new .9
.40 on my hip, that's a Glock-9
Pullin' up on a bitch, like oh my
.40 on my hip, another Glock-9
[mumbling]
Catch him swim
I get what I want 'cause I deserve it
Told that bitch that she ain't perfect
If her boyfriend want a verse, go and pay his mortgage, yeah
Is it worth it? I do not fuck with these bitches 'cause they be serpents
She told me that I'm a whole different person
Told her if her boyfriend want a feature pay his mortgage, yeah
Check the stacks, check the placks
After you look in [?] shit hit me back
Forget me nots, it ain't forgetin' that
Like Bobby Brown I really brought the crack
[Chorus]
I don't talk shit, I let the stick talk shit
Shots to his face, got him crip walk-ing
I been getting high off the skyrock shit
Then I mix it up with the moonrock shit