[Flame] 🔥 Quin NFN - Talkin’ My Shit Lyrics
[Intro]
Ayy, back in the day, if you wanted some beef with a nigga
Then you can go meet with the nigga (Let’s lean)
Nowadays these niggas don’t go to school
But they be at the crib tryna tweak with a nigga
(Run that shit back, Khi)
I’m really finna just talk my shit on this ho, you feel me?
Hold on, hold on
Ayy, ayy (Gang)
[Verse 1]
Back in the day, if you wanted some beef with a nigga
Then you can go meet with the nigga (Let’s lean)
Nowadays these niggas don’t go to school
But they be at the crib tryna tweak with a nigga (Uh, uh)
Ayy, 2015, bitch I couldn’t get a fee from a nigga
Now boys wanna eat with a nigga
Got on Say Cheese and blew up
They was sleep on a nigga now they wanna speak on a nigga
Gold on my chain like my jeweler just peed on a nigga
Real ice, come and ski on a nigga (Ice, ice)
She know I’m a dog, but you can’t put a leash on a nigga
We smoking a P in the sprinter (Damn, damn)
Go creep with my nigga, she eat the penis for dinner
I still spit some heat in December (Okay)
OG in a swisher, pour up some lean with a killer
Then go hit the scene with my nigga
Go hit a jugg I be stacking and moving (I’m stackin’)
My niggas ballin’ like passing and shooting (Grra, grra)
Like a vacation, we packing and moving
She taking a pic while I’m smacking her booty (On gang)
I eat the beat I be smacking and chewing
She eat the meat, she be gagging and drooling
Opps see a nigga they laughing and cooling
When we see them niggas, we clappin’ and shooting (Grra)
Bitch, I’m never lacking, my tool it be on
Still got the Glock with some Louis V on (On gang)
Hit from the back, man that coochie be gone
I’m in the coup dripping juice and Vlone
Don’t-Don’t got a bag, I won’t get on a song
Don’t-Don’t got a bag bitch you need you a loan
Not needing TD I just got in my zone
Your bitch shaking ass on the app in my phone
Ayy, that lil’ bitch stalking my pics
Ayy, I might water faucet my wrist
Now I got her stalking my dick (My dick)
Now they got me talking my shit (My shit)
[Interlude]
Ayy, gang, hold on, ayy
Now they got me talking my shit
Ayy, they got me talking my shit
Lil’ bitch, ayy, they got me talking my shit
[Verse 2]
No love for a thot, I’m in love with them dollars
Spot me an opp make them fold like a collar (Grra)
She wanna kick it like we playing soccer
I’m still it the 4 with a Glock for a robber (On gang)
I heard you fuck niggas be talking ’bout thuggin’
Signing they life, pussy boy you a puppet (Huh)
You see them boys on the net and they clutching
Fuck niggas be naked when you see ’em in public (Dumbass)
Come to my show trynna trip and its over
Dogging your bitch with the stick in the sofa (I’m on that)
I bought his bitch, she be feeling this Yoda (On gang)
Gold on my chain I be feeling like Homer (Gang)
I do my thang toss a bitch like a floater
Run up a check with my main in the Rover (I’m gone)
Drip like the rain with my gang ’til it’s over
I used to hit stains, I’m the same but I’m older (Gang)
[Outro]
Ayy, I used to hit stains, but I’m older
Ayy, I used to hit stains, but I’m older
Ayy, bitch, I used to hit stains, but I’m older, ayy