Talking To Myself

[Intro] Chyeah (Uh), I'm doing it again, they 'tryna stop me, but I'm doing it again (Let's go, chyeah) Chyeah, and I keep talking to myself, when I keep talking to myself, when I keep talking to myself [Refrain] You should go cop the Benz You should go, fuck her friend You should run up a M You should do it again You should go around the world You should fuck up the ends You should show these niggas who's bad You should walk out with a skeng [Verse 1] You should crush up the molly good You should get out of Hollywood You should spazz out on every track Take a baddie and bend her back You should take care of all of your sons, I'm riding 'round town with the cerelac I'm totin' the molly, I'm dropping the gun I think I probably should mention that I'm droppin the molly, and totin' the gun I think I should rearrange, ring it back I finished a day whеre I see em' at I think I should cause likе [?] I put insurance on my dog I think I should Compare the Meerkat Bad [?], she want my cup, I think I should hit the shit bare-back They saying my name when I walk in the club, shut up, shut up, shut up Trying to rap with the one, then you know it's a dub, shut up, shut up, shut up Trying to tell me how I should go number one, shut up I think I should focus on now, instead of how long it takes I feel like I should be 60, oh now I've been cutting the case I think I should be in Cancun, tucked off with a baddie feeding me grapes I feel like I got to show love to my Haitians, yeah sak pase I'm saying wagwan when I link up with Kodak, yeah the Z Look Jamaican Plastic surgeon, inject myself in the belly, I give it a face My baddie been working the dick all month, I'm about to give it a pace I'm in Dubai, I got my stick in the sun, I'm about to sit down with the sheikhs Feel like I can fly, I got the wings of Ferrari, an angel, the 458 (Let's go) [Chorus] And I keep talking to myself And I keep talking to myself (Yeah, yeah) And I keep talking to myself And I keep talking to myself (Uh) And I keep talking to myself And I keep talking to my (Self) And I keep talking to myself And I keep talking to myself (Yeah, yeah) And I keep (Chyeah) [Verse 2] Billion, billions I don't want no less I'm about to speed up the process (Chyeah) Gang on the road, and we posted We having a fuck nigga protest Jermaine Dupri, I'm So Def I fill up my cup with the prometh- It's plain to see I'm chosen Tequila and molly my potion You know that I slide for my bro-dem Little Cory with me, that's my bro-dem She giving me free promotion Because I gave the baddie my slogan I gave the baddie my catchphrase Now she can't do what her man say I put that yute in an ashtray We cannot be equal, I'm living so evil, I try to go church on a Saturday She's speaking in Hebrew, she just wanna pray and make sure everything's okay I'm rocking Evisu, I baggy the jeans I take the brick for another day (uh) Please don't dap me up, I'm keeping it clean Hand sanitiser in my jeans I put a baddie in my regime I put a bad ting in my schedule All my savages see the devil All my savages seeing red All my savages seeing dead I'm looking classy in the S Thug on my fire, I'm me in the Benz They didn't even know I was in the ends I tinted the windows, I ride with no friends [Refrain] You should go cop the Benz You should go, fuck her friends You should run up an M You should do it again You should go around the world You should fuck up the ends You should show these niggas who's bad You should pop out with the skeng [Chorus] And I keep talking to myself (Yeah) And I keep talking to myself (Yeah) And I keep talking to myself (Yeah, yeah) And I keep talking (Chyeah) to myself (Yeah, yeah) And I keep talking to myself (Yeah, yeah) And I keep talking to myself (Yeah, yeah) And I keep talking to myself (Yeah, yeah) And I keep talking to my (Chyeah, chyeah, uh)