Talking Flagrant

James Johnson

(Damn, where the fuck is Symba?
Coach put me in the game, I'm number one contender)
If you lost in the sauce, you better figure out
Yo' lil' stupid ass, ha, dumbass bitch
ShittyBoyz

If you lost in the sauce, you better figure out
Pull up on a bitch, I'm in her walls, but I ain't in her house
She ain't suckin' dick, David Beckham, I'ma kick her out
She ain't suckin' dick, why she here then? (Why?)
If it ain't the one to buff, shit, I don't fear mans
Sippin' Wock' with gang, you drinkin' beer with your weird friends
Said that I ain't talkin', well, you must ain't got no ears then
Boy, is you deaf
Think you ballin' but you playin' both sides, boy, is you ref?
Shooter came through hittin' everything
Like damn boy, is you Steph?
Remember lookin' in that mirror
Like, shit, boy, is you next? I'm just playin' though (ha)
Been knew I had it from the jump, I'm just sayin' though (for real)
This lil' bitch, she need a Oscar how she playin' roles
Turn pikin' with my driver, make her pay the tolls
I can put you on this one shit, but I'm 8 and 0
Cuddy got some lines of yellow like he finna paint the road (damn)
Was you born in Gotham City, you be (tuh)
Man, you be savin' hoes
I could not really relate, I be savin' pros
You ain't part of the Militia, then you ain't my bro
You ain't tryna bop it while I whip it, then you ain't my ho
Like bitch, put your head down (damn)
Tryna go to sleep, she tryna go a tenth round
Used to be the man, heard he fuckin' with the help now
Shoppin' with a sixty on me, damn near tore the shelf down (frrp)
Back in high school, the hoes did my tests for me (swear)
If you love me get the new Nike Tech for me (yeah)
What's your bank? If you love me, drop this check for me (yeah)
Since you love me, put your loyalty to test for me
Tourin' time, I been everywhere
I ain't skip a flight to the top, I took every stair (whew)
If he play with us there, he get buried there
On the other side of Greenfield, this ain't Gary Wear
This that Hutch work
Punchin' in the booth but I'll go back to that punch work
Where I'm from, when it get like that, better up first
Shit, or you could say your last words
Doin' one what? I don't know, watch the 'Cat burn
I know yo' ass tired of workin' nine to nine
Four thousand dolla pint with a bitch who's fine as wine
I don't really give a fuck, guess what, the time is mines
Lil' brodie on the move, won't say a thing, he like a mime

(Yeah)
Protect BabyTron at all costs, shit, that's what the fans say
Hangin' off a cliff, one handed, wouldn't fall off
Shit, boy, I'm manmade
I don't owe nobody (not a single soul)
I done did some shit that I won't tell nobody (not a single soul)
Walkin' past my old hoes, don't know nobody
Why you got a stick? ain't finna blow nobody (brrt, lame)
Why you got a stick? you ain't finna, yeah
Three of red, two tens, feelin' dead (like a zomb')
Shit'll be gettin' active, you will chill instead
When I step with my brothers, we ain't finna build a bed (Shittyboyz, Dogshit Militia)
Huh, I am not Will Ferrell (ha)
Why you totin' BB guns, those not real barrels (lame)
In the dirty game, my hands not real sterile (dirty)
You was the good kid
It's been up and stuck since the day I found a good BIN

Ha, ayy, ShittyBoyz
Back in 2016, you know, back then type shit
I'm a vet, you a rookie
Shittyboyz
Dogshit Militia

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