Talkin Shit

[Verse 1] Uh, I throw it all in the bag like some groceries, see I cook it off like rotisserie, I'm roastin' the beef Yet so humble like bumble, I be posin' wit' beezies Get the picture your lens just isn't focused to see Bitch, open yo' e-y-e-z Throw 'em in the bag, die easy Flow smooth, I don't try, easy Imagine if I did, huh Maybe I should, kid Use a rapper ass like Suge did Pause; just like a comma, I clauses Nigga, like a dropped call, hang it up like closets Just like a drawer, can you tell me where my drawers is Word to all my niggas, 'cause Wrekless is a company Word to all the ladies that look up to me and fuck wit' me Word to all the motherfuckers that didn't Y'all niggas made me better And word to all the rappers I rap wit', y'all niggas clever, man Word to Keri Hilson, I hope to fuck you one day I hope you do not hear this and get mad at what I just said 'Cause I ain't signed wit' Diddy, but I'm a bad boy And I ain't even known, so we won't make the tabloids Haha we can do whatever, baby you make the choice And I promise I'll be in and out before your breaking point Ha, word to Beyoncé, I know you see my halo And I would've done you right only if you were not wit' Jay, though Where's J-Lo? Haha Where have you gone? I'm just talkin' shit, can I talk my shit? [Chorus] Look, word to all the ladies I had crushes on Y'all make me feel like Eminem, 'cause I just wanna fuck y'all All-all-all-all-all, haha I'm just talkin' shit, can I talk some shit? [Hook] Look, aye look Nine double O one six Nigga that's the code if you wanna get the zip, bitch Nine double O one six Bitch that's the code if you wanna get the zip, nigga [Verse 2] Uh, I flow realer than gorillas Have you heard that before? No, nigga! Po' nigga, Big K Ralph's orange soda I be drinkin' that shit, 'cause I can't get Coca-Cola I'm just so not sober, 'cause I-I be sippin' soda And word to San José, 'cause that shit close to Saratoga Flow just hotter than Nevada, niggie, I should move to Vegas Searchin' for a yellow thing like bananas and rutabagas [Hook 2] Ahh, word to whoever listens to me, I appreciate that shit If I had a trillion dollars and you needed it for college I'll probably pay that shit Like oh, oh, oh, oh, oh My nigga here you go, oh, haha [Refrain] Ow, ooh, ooh Here we go, look, uh Would've come back, ha, I just needed time, haha Alright, look, look, look, here we go, look Alright, for the ladies [Chorus 2] If I gotta sing for you Then that's exactly what I'm going to do Don't laugh muhhfucka, uh I think you're so special For downloadin' this shit onto your iPod, or yo' iTunes Whatever you got me on [Verse 3] Alright, look, look, uh, uh I think you're so special for whatever you got me on You got me on, you got me on Aye, you know how them soul singers be singin' like that? They be like, ohh Ohh ohh Hahaha Aye good lookin', look, I wanna shout-out To everybody that downloaded this, every time All the listeners, all the faithful lit-ners, look, lit-ner You heard me? Uh, look, shout-out to y'all They say that talk is cheap, but my rap is tall It's Lucious Morris, and G. Veasey, Tajmeer, Roy Sanders Earl Adrian Myhand, Marcus, and me, ahh Word to Ray Good and Denzel Tigner And Goddy Piper Thurton, my Audubon nigga, Tigger, nigga And Iman Europe, through music, that's my sister And the Grasshopper, how could I ever forget ya? And Rodve, and Wade, and Irin, and my nigga G.T. Fisher "On the money!" My nigga, J Boy, and my nigga Prezzie And my nigga Kelly, haha Hah ha And everybody, you got