Dogshit Talker
[Intro]
(Yung Lan on the track)
Big Za
Yeah
[Chorus]
I'm applyin' straight pressure and I ain't lettin' up
I'm goin' over the speed limit, n***a, ain't no catchin' up (Yoom)
If this rap shit don't work, n***a, I can get it out the street (N***a)
You doin' all that hatin', n***a, I'm doin' fifty in a week (Beep, beep, beep)
Bad red bitch with me, n***a, we in a Bentley coupe (Yeah)
I'm a self-made boss, n***a, I don't need no business suit (Yeah)
Spent five racks in Saks Fifth, ain't nothin' but fifty blues
N***a, you couldn't walk a fuckin' mile in these Christian Loubs (N***a)
[Verse]
Loud-talkin'-ass n***a, he be in the bleachers, baby (Yeah)
I'm a ballin'-ass n***a, I hit buzzer-beaters, baby
Come here, let me take you shoppin', I'm a drug dealеr, baby (Come here, baby)
Yеah, we them n***as poppin', we don't see them n***as, baby (N***a, yeah)
Huh, n***a can't see me, huh
I'ma dunk on fuck n***as like I'm Greek Freak (Rrr)
Brodie got the— armed and dangerous (Armed and dangerous)
I mix red bottoms with Palm Angels (Yeah)
N***a, my neck and wrist straight water (Bling)
Hmm, n***a, that bitch don't lock, hit it harder (Rrt, rrt, rrt, rrt)
Hmm, n***a, if you get caught, move smarter (Move smarter, n***a)
Bae, come and fuck a dog-shit talker (Come here, bae)
[Chorus]
I'm applyin' straight pressure and I ain't lettin' up
I'm goin' over the speed limit, n***a, ain't no catchin' up (Yoom)
If this rap shit don't work, n***a, I can get it out the street (N***a)
You doin' all that hatin', n***a, I'm doin' fifty in a week (Beep, beep, beep)
Bad red bitch with me, n***a, we in a Bentley coupe (Yeah)
I'm a self-made boss, n***a, I don't need no business suit (Yeah)
Spent five racks in Saks Fifth, ain't nothin' but fifty blues
N***a, you couldn't walk a fuckin' mile in these Christian Loubs (N***a)
(Yung Lan on the track)
Big Za
Yeah
[Chorus]
I'm applyin' straight pressure and I ain't lettin' up
I'm goin' over the speed limit, n***a, ain't no catchin' up (Yoom)
If this rap shit don't work, n***a, I can get it out the street (N***a)
You doin' all that hatin', n***a, I'm doin' fifty in a week (Beep, beep, beep)
Bad red bitch with me, n***a, we in a Bentley coupe (Yeah)
I'm a self-made boss, n***a, I don't need no business suit (Yeah)
Spent five racks in Saks Fifth, ain't nothin' but fifty blues
N***a, you couldn't walk a fuckin' mile in these Christian Loubs (N***a)
[Verse]
Loud-talkin'-ass n***a, he be in the bleachers, baby (Yeah)
I'm a ballin'-ass n***a, I hit buzzer-beaters, baby
Come here, let me take you shoppin', I'm a drug dealеr, baby (Come here, baby)
Yеah, we them n***as poppin', we don't see them n***as, baby (N***a, yeah)
Huh, n***a can't see me, huh
I'ma dunk on fuck n***as like I'm Greek Freak (Rrr)
Brodie got the— armed and dangerous (Armed and dangerous)
I mix red bottoms with Palm Angels (Yeah)
N***a, my neck and wrist straight water (Bling)
Hmm, n***a, that bitch don't lock, hit it harder (Rrt, rrt, rrt, rrt)
Hmm, n***a, if you get caught, move smarter (Move smarter, n***a)
Bae, come and fuck a dog-shit talker (Come here, bae)
[Chorus]
I'm applyin' straight pressure and I ain't lettin' up
I'm goin' over the speed limit, n***a, ain't no catchin' up (Yoom)
If this rap shit don't work, n***a, I can get it out the street (N***a)
You doin' all that hatin', n***a, I'm doin' fifty in a week (Beep, beep, beep)
Bad red bitch with me, n***a, we in a Bentley coupe (Yeah)
I'm a self-made boss, n***a, I don't need no business suit (Yeah)
Spent five racks in Saks Fifth, ain't nothin' but fifty blues
N***a, you couldn't walk a fuckin' mile in these Christian Loubs (N***a)