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p.y.g - who u talkin to? lyrics

[intro: giggs]
yeah (yeah)
dun know fam
f-ck you know about the f-cking pyg’s
pecknarm young gunners
me myself hollowman
f-cking boss
spen in the f-cking building
yeah, listen

[verse 1: tiny boost]
we’re the youngest in this pecknarm squad
got my black bandana so i’m pecknarm’ed off (off)
lap gave me a message from the pecknarm boss
saying come lay something straight hard, not soft
pecky n-ggas repping for the hardest block
f-ck about and get your top, half ripped off
when we ran up in your park, your little hearts got shocked
keep shouting f-ck ‘narm, til your -ss gets shot
after the trap, holla at my n-gga j
’cause i know for a fact he got a jezzie we can lay
i don’t give a f-ck i’m getting paid
and any n-gga f-cks with my dough
then that b-tch is getting sprayed
’cause round here my n-ggas don’t pull stunts
we push grinds, load clips and pull guns
’cause round your b-tch, you little b-tch n-ggas just talk nuff
but when you’re in the ‘narm you little pr-cks keep your jewels tucked
’cause we’re tooled-up

[chorus: joe grind]
these are pecknarm g’s
who you talking to?
this is pyg
who you talking to?
who you talking, who you talking
who you talking to?
who you talking, who you talking
who you talking to?
these are pecknarm g’s
who you talking to?
this is pyg
who you talking to?
who you talking, who you talking
who you talking to?
who you talking, who you talking
who you talking to?

[verse 2: lap + giggs]
i’m the crazy one, the madman of the ‘narm
younger lap, yeah i got the murder in my arm (murder)
headtop busser, machine in the palm
lemme find out who you spitters are
spitting to the d’s and selling out your -ss
no talking, i’m letting off the sparks
my hollow tip is taking out your heart
and the rest of them are ripping you apart
i got big boy dogs on my team
si and pyg
black bandanas on loading up the heat
duppying anywhere, even in the streets
we’re hard, you don’t want it fam
leave a n-gga on the floor seeing holograms
you know we come hard, so holla fam
me darks, boost and hollowman

[verse 3: t.darko]
it’s the new mixtape, boomblast yeah i’m feeling it (feeling it)
me and young lap on the strip, we are beating sticks
vietnarm got this locked
and i got the f-ggots on my -rs- all the time, the stick stays c-cked
i’ve had enough of this pr-ck, i ain’t f-cking around
if i shoot at a punk, then he’s touching the ground (touching the ground)
should’ve known this, pecknarm town
big dogs, so fam you best forget that frown (frown)
i murder in the strip, bursting the shots
squalay on my case so i’m swerving from the cops (cops)
big n-ggas think they’re hot (hot)
iced up chains tuck it in or it’s gonna get popped
tiny darks is what they’re screaming on the blocks (blocks)
hard bars coming so they’re telling me not to stop (not to stop)
lines moving fast so i’m picking up the rocks (picking up the rocks)
shots hollering, so i’m splitting it to dots

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