Big Talk

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What up, Rippah?
 I come from posted on the block with them hot boys
 Seven of us riding on a bike, toting them fire rods
 A smoker showed me how to sit and make the powder
 Von showed me never go to sleep, he press all the cards
 Bitch, what it is? We can talk about it
 Skinny nigga, pockets thick, my bitch got a wide body
 Hopping off the jet and I got twenty racks in every pocket
 Cross get set on fire, niggas die if you try to stop me
 Jail cells, I was only 12, getting put in them
 Hood hoes tryna come up off you, I grew up with them
 Snake niggas, straight up hating niggas, bitch, I run with them
 Fuck niggas with that sneak dissing, I ain't hearin' them
 Hold on, now let me turn up on a ho
 Your favorite rapper ratting on the low
 Hundred shots in that cutter, we got that Chevy sitting low
 And my youngins, they reckless, blow all the hinges off your door
 Shoot that forty twenty times, they gon' start calling one time
 And I remember one time, I think it was in '09
 And I couldn't seem to stop crying, mama put me on medics
 And I never took real and real killer, unapologetic
 Bitch, and we forever stepping, hit a nigga with that fire
 Boomer really slang that iron, behind it I caught bodies raw
 Let me talk my shit, matter fact, check out my Diddy Bop
 You all steady running wild, fifty in that forty Glock, c'mon
 Old niggas on that old shit, it's a young nigga time
 A bigger picture, bigger difference, it's a young nigga rhyme
 Head over water, he say all he do is step with that iron
 Catch that nigga slipping, knock his heart from out his chest with that iron
 Big boss, that lil' nigga with that big talk
 Cutter got a big spark, Lil B'll let that stick off
 Plus half of these niggas, I could tell you what your bitch 'bout
 Richer than your daddy, with my moms in a big house
 Young nigga pull up with them shooters and I fold you
 I won't ever let these niggas get me, that's a no-no
 High definition, VVS's, on my son, ho
 What is shit you could do that hurt me when I'm done, ho?
 Tryna bust a nigga head, and I'm like: Yes, sir, yes, sir
 Got some shit up in my trunk'll rip a nigga's vest up
 Shawty tryna fuck a nigga, she want me to bless her
 Cousin killed by Fat Phil, she don't know we stretched him
 Gave some molly to that bitch, now she wanna do something
 Couldn't rep that violence with the thirty, youngin tryna shoot something
 Out on Holly, past 1:30, bitch, we tryna move something
 In the morning, was flashing early, I was going through something
 Old niggas on that old shit, it's a young nigga time
 A bigger picture, bigger difference, it's a young nigga rhyme
 Head over water, he say all he do is step with that iron
 Catch that nigga slipping, knock his heart from out his chest with that iron
 Big boss, that lil' nigga with that big talk
 Cutter got a big spark, Lil B'll let that stick off
 Plus half of these niggas, I could tell you what your bitch 'bout
 Richer than your daddy, with my moms in a big house
 

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02:46
Tempo
100 BPM

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