Talkin - YBN Nahmir

Ayy, ayy, ayy

Grrah

Came in this bitch with my young nigga stuntin'

You play with the gang and this Glock get to bustin'

I went out to London and came back with somethin'

I’m making that call and my young niggas comin'

Facts, I was just stuffin' them grams in that 'Lac

Told my lil' bro smoke a blunt and relax

I might get to trippin' with P’s in the back

Got hundreds and fifties put up in a stash, ayy

'Member when I ain’t had shit, now a lil' nigga got rich, ayy

'Member seeing bro trappin', now we livin' lavish

Tried to run, he got shot in the back

Still mad, I had to go ditch the MAC

Caught him slipping, took him down for the packs

I’ma just stack and go get the cash, ayy

Big .44, ridin' 'round town with like four hoes

Niggas hate 'cause my wrist froze

Your brother fake, he not me though

Boy approach me, then I open that bag

'Cause if we need it, then we takin' your bread

Gotta watch who be talking to feds

The police don’t play 'cause they know what I’m with, bitch

Used to be ridin' 'round with sticks, ayy

Might just be fucking your bitch, ayy

Bitch, I’m the king of my clique, ayy

They always take me on the hits

These new niggas gon' act like that they on something

But they ain’t on nothing, they know I, I keep my gun

I beez in the trap, in all black, the G’s in the back

On Titus’on Ave with no L’s, but keys to the pad

I’m really with that, a nigga play, I’m getting him whacked

It really get sad, these niggas tough until they get smacked

Come to the door, sell a four, then send his ass home

I go to the ham, I’m untouched, these niggas be hoes

I’m wondering though why they got artillery for

Bitch, leave me alone, it ain’t no fame from me in them songs

Bitch, we know how to make money fast, 'cause we the trending topics

Niggas think they on my ass, man, tell them niggas stop it

Bought my bitch a Fendi bag, because she really popping

Now I turn up, throw some money every time a nigga bring the city out

Fifty rounds when lil' glizzy out

Selling guns out my mama house

If they slide, then let 'em slide

I ain’t tryna see what they talkin' 'bout

Fifty rounds when lil' glizzy out

Selling guns out my mama house

If they slide, then let 'em slide

I ain’t tryna see what they talkin' 'bout (They talkin' 'bout)