Talk 4 Me - Skinny

My walk talk for me

My whip talk for me

My gat talk for me

Blah, whatever homie

Louie told me, «Go and switch your style up»

So haters be watchin' my money pile up

Fuck it, my pockets is gettin' wider

I’m fuckin', she’s suckin', and gettin' louder

And the room, full of hoes, fuckin' hooligans

This tone of violence be sprayin' whoever listening

Fuck the world when they be listening

I’m killin' 'em

Like cuts to your Michelin, keep listenin'

The glove don’t fit like I got away

The white Bronco, that’s a getaway

Fuck bitches in the slums, that’s my getaway

Kill Rich’s grace under pressure, Hemingway

You sweatin', you nervous, why?

'Cuz your bitch be spittin' my verses?

My beats break necks, so bring the hearse

Skinny sand nigga with a crew full of turbans

Throw my click up, girls want to sip up

Order more bottles, let 'em hoes drink up

Money not an issue, my withdrawls need a pick-up

My dick up when I watch my wrists freeze like a stickup

Pull up like a cop pullin' over

Like Gotti in the gotti, move over

Like a comin' at you with his hostler

Like Manson in a mansion

Red eyes from the marijuana

Better put your shades on when the camera’s on ya

Can’t help but smile cause my pockets full of cheese

And I came to the game with all odds against me