fbg young – no talking lyrics
n+ggas don’t want no smoke with me, no, on gang
i ain’t doing no talking
[hook]
bands popping out my f+cking pants, that’s a friendship
diamonds doing the tango on my neck, them b+tches dancing
riding ’round with 4 glizzies, d+mn i feel fantastic
lil reggie shooting like a maverick, he should get drafted
the way i swing this f+cking chopper, that b+tch do magic
i sell coke and pop on yoppas, this glock attack you
she want to go burberry shopping, mi speak no inglo
they talking ’bout them f+cking bodies, no, no, mi niño
[verse]
i ain’t been this high in years, i’m scratching off my skin
perci got me on the ritz she talking ’bout house and kids
new glock, we just put a mop on it
and we lurking, trying to put a opp on it
put a b+tch on you, get the drop on you
death ain’t really that far from you
shootouts, shootouts on shootouts on shootouts
we get the loan, then you got to move out
then we going to shoot up the new house
i look at my ho like she [?]
my wrist in the pot, look i made it
these n+ggas clearance, i’m paid
in full
if i roll his h+rn, it go through a bull
she shaking that ass, she throwing it
she want all this cash and i know it
i just popped a pill, and girl how i feel
i might beat that back ’til the morning
i got that cash, can’t ignore it
i know these n+ggas is sick of me
i go, “ooh, ooh, ohh,”
that’s that exxon with me
[hook]
bands popping out my f+cking pants, that’s a friendship
diamonds doing the tango on my neck, them b+tches dancing
riding ’round with 4 glizzies, d+mn i feel fantastic
lil reggie shooting like a maverick, he should get drafted
the way i swing this f+cking chopper, that b+tch do magic
i sell coke and pop on yoppas, this glock attack you
she want to go burberry shopping, mi speak no inglo
they talking ’bout them f+cking bodies, no, no, mi niño
[2nd verse]
break the meter, do the dash on the coup like digi
f+ck the judge, f+ck the p.o. can’t get caught for any
(free my n+ggas)
we be purging, out here lurking, under the glock, a .50
wipe his nose, it’s snotty, got to get slimy with you
my b+tch wanted [?], i told her, “hon, go get one,”
and she want a bag, got in my bag and got one
3 and 4 like broccoli and carrots in my ear b+tch
’cause all i smoke is loud, i don’t really hear sh+t
i feel like a fly guy, god forgiven, i don’t, i don’t let sh+t fly
f+ck with us it’s suicide, take his number, he testified
homicides, can’t memorize
f+ck you, on your snitching ass
[hook]
bands popping out my f+cking pants, that’s a friendship
diamonds doing the tango on my neck, them b+tches dancing
riding ’round with 4 glizzies, d+mn i feel fantastic
lil reggie shooting like a maverick, he should get drafted
the way i swing this f+cking chopper, that b+tch do magic
i sell coke and pop on yoppas, this glock attack you
she want to go burberry shopping, mi speak no inglo
they talking ’bout them f+cking bodies, no, no, mi niño
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