Testo Talk This Way - EBK Jaaybo
Testo della canzone Talk This Way (EBK Jaaybo), tratta dall'album The Reaper
If you don't wanna die, I advise you move smartly
Jumpin' out the low with Baby 8, ayy, end the party
Yeah, shoot his ass in style, I'm gon' do it wearin' Carti'
My bitch stay in the latest fashion, I think she a Barbie
Left a n---a stankin' on the pavement, it smell like he farted
Cuz y'all sayin' free a pedophile, n---a, check his charges
He talkin' out his neck, headshot him and leave him departed
Can talk this way 'cause I step the hardest
Yеah, my mind gone, I done popped too many pills
Don't keep a fake gun in the field 'cause shit get real
Your brother died, you strap up and slide back, you know the deal
Left him there, don't say too much, ah-ha, how that feel?
Walk down, confirm the kill, that's the way you get it done
You wanna hang with me? Yeah, you could gang with me, go get you one
Was on the block with lil' bro, I sent him home to get his gun
Stupid ass, that's the shit that get these lil' n---s slumped
Can't be me, n---a, face down, that's the way we leave n---as
My moms asked me what I'm smokin' on, shit, just a deceased n---a
Glock 19, but it's a 9, I like my Gleeks bigger
Catch a n---a out, ha-ah, I'm gon' get up on him
See a pussy n---a in the county and I'm spittin' on him
Why you got your tongue in her mouth? She just was lickin' on me
Thick bitch sent the Cash App, I sent her back the dick emoji
Shit, it is what it is, I was horny that night
Why y'all even let him go to jail? Y'all know he don't fight
That n---a told then went down, I hope he get life
If you wanna smoke what I'm smokin', better smoke it right
Blood ain't never did a drill, so I ain't let him tote
Who was them n---as on that drill? Shit, we will never know
Why y'all promotin' cuz music? Blood, y'all know he told
Every time he go down, he get out, he damn near told some more
G members, bitch, we run the bitty
Ayy, I done slid before, so I'm clutchin' fifty
Make sure my thug good if I'm good 'cause I was thuggin' with him
Them same n----s that he ran with, they was runnin' with me
Ayy, brother
Please take me on that drill 'cause I would love to get him
Ain't turnin' down no drills 'cause I'm a donk, n---a
I smoke n---as, oh, you ain't know, n---a?
Please don't hop inside this low without your pole, n---a
And I'm gon' catch a couple more, that's on Slo, n---a
If you don't wanna die, I advise you move smartly
Jumpin' out the low with Baby 8, ayy, end the party
Yeah, shoot his ass in style, I'm gon' do it wearin' Carti'
My bitch stay in the latest fashion, I think she a Barbie
Left a n---a stankin' on the pavement, it smell like he farted
Cuz y'all sayin' free a pedophile, n---a, check his charges
He talkin' out his neck, headshot him and leave him departed
Can talk this way 'cause I step the hardest
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Writer(s): Jaymani Gorman, Tyler Wiese
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