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wris - talk back lyrics

[chorus: wris]
stackin’ up racks
packin’ up packs
servin that dope my choppa talk back
drinkin’ the mud, like medicine
codeine from god, it’s heaven-sent
i need a blunt, talkin to him
i need a dub, got it again
if you ain’t scared then you could ride
long as you bringin’ some fye or a knife
big gat, magazine loaded with a clip that b-tch go cl!ck-clack
tic-tac-toe on a opp get a glock leave him popped like a d-mn tag
me and my gang we down south, told her bring it over like right now
shorty got it good that nice mouth, nuthin’ more than that so pipe down

[verse 1: wris]
me and my teller on a first name basis
i drink liquor with no chasers they got static like no cable i keep glocks on me
f-ck a hoe but i won’t save her i been riding ’round with that laser smokin’ loud like ain’t no neighbors call the cops on me
me and my mob forreal
trap a whole lotta pills
move work to your momma still
whole gang got a lotta steel
friday we rob and steel
pulling up gotta grab the wheel
shooter hanging out the f-ckin sunroof we just got a mil
yea yea cookie on deck, drippin’ the red, dippin’ the feds
yea yea, put him to bed, rip him to shreds, caught him he dead
pourin’ the tech this ain’t no ‘tussin
hittin’ his head, get a concussion
goin’ to bed, up with a oven, i pull out that choppa i know that you runnin’ like
yea, we don’t fall off round here
only gang signs, we bang high, no law down round here
there ain’t no p-ssies in my circle we gon’ sw-ng glocks no fear
we been waiting for too long we posted up now its our year yea

[break: wris]
told that lil b-tch why you tweakin’
i been getting money lil hoe now you know the reason
i just count a band up now look at my wrist it’s freezin’
if i catch a body, its a homi, so i’m leavin
red up on my body got a glocky so we bleedin’
i keep pourin 4’s up in my tech i might be speedin’
that boy talkin’ sh-t like when i see him i won’t sleep him
that same rock, dirty rock, 30 you get pop-popped

[verse 2: wris]
diamonds rocks, uh crystal water gotta pop a lot
yea drugs in my system and my blood
cuz, we just straight pourin’ up because
it’s our gang sign
pull up with that choppa leave him face down
bang now, you just playin’ tough, put your hands up
we don’t play ’round, if you stand up, we gon’ say
??? his brain now
if you got it up we gon’ say, got that same rock, dirty rock, 30 you get popped, you know that sh-t

- wris lyrics

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