Talk Bout It

If it's a problem then you know it's going
You know that them goblins right
Up in the back spot him shoot him bla-bla
I ain't running y'all niggas run track

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(Ra, it's not that serious) go
Yeah (Blatt) yeah, yeah (Blatt)
Yeah, yeah (Blatt) yeah, yeah (Blatt)
Yeah, yeah (Blatt) yeah, yeah (Blatt)
Yeah, yeah (Blatt) yeah (Blatt)
Yeah (Blatt)
(Mom, Polack's making beats again)

Yeah, what you know 'bout it? (yeah)
Really I don't need nobody
(I don't need nobody)
And I don't wanna kick it with nobody (Nah)
And I keep that Glocky on my body (yeah)
P-Play with that guap and get shot 'bout it
(Blatt) with the gang and I know
They gon' pop bout it (yeah)
I got Truey while you wearing Hot Topic
(yeah)
Send locations, I don't want to talk bout it
(Goofy)
Strapped up but I know you not bout it
(Slatt) that lil nigga ain't nothin', yeah
She off of the lean, she been thottin'
'Go havin' fun
And I'm Polo'd down right down to the socks
You wanna be me but your not
Stunna go beep beep on a thot
And I keep the heat free for a opp (Goofy)
I give that silent treatment to a cop
Pop out I'm Blueface with the mop
Hollow tip runnin' through yo nigga nostril
Thinkin' he hot but that nigga not
Get off my tip, man, get off my crotch
Stomp a nigga out while I'm wearing Crocs
Yeah that boy a simp and he mad
Go out like him? Man, I can't go like that
(That)
If it's a problem then you know it's goin'
You know that them goblins right
Up in the back (Back)
Spot him shoot him blah-blah (Blatt)
I ain't runnin' y'all niggas run track
(Track) can't slip no I can't lack (Lack)
Can't never let a nigga do me like that
(That) and I bout to get my mom as a tat
Hit him, now he having panic attacks
You want a feature you know I'ma tax (Goofy)
Y'all steady cappin' talm 'bout
Y'all get racks
Show me, lil bro, I don't know where it's at
Won't pay for a feat' so I know that he cap
Damn, damn, damn, damn
Ain't really want to expose you like that
I see you flexin', we takin' your pack
Me and brothers gon' get on the map
Yeah, we really on some Glo Gang shit
I know lil shawty a gang gang bitch
No, lil boy, no you can not hang, bitch
I know she mad that she can't get this (yeah)
He frustrated, I know that man pissed
No, lil baby, you can get no kiss
You never seen a nigga flex like this
He ridin' the wave, lil bro wanna shit
No nine to five, I can't work no shift
When I hop out better hold your bitch
Call up my shooter, my shooter don't miss
We finna put you on that hit list
Yoppa make him dance like Chris
And my nigga keep a cannon like Nick
Recording your hoe suckin', no flick
And she want to a picture with my stick, yeah