Talk Back

Hey (Nard & B) Hey, oh (Trenchwork) Hey Fuckin’ yo' bitch and she talk back She talk back She talk back What What Made a milli out the mug Milli Got rich, I was four I hit a lick for a Jesus piece I made a drill called A Felony Call it up boy, don't call back Take out the piece like a top hat I didn't know don't, bitch, I didn't know won't Can't fuck with these niggas You niggas my clone I'm in the trap I can't pick up my phone Got a play for the half and I'm selling it whole I hit a lick I don't care if he home One got a stick I don't care if he grown I'm sim over bitches These bitches is hoes I'm the man of your city Your city my home I'vе been making plays I ran these bands up Bands I did a song with Rich She think I'm handsomе She hot, right These hoes, they on my dick They say I'm next up Boy, your bitch love my drip She want my fashion Please do not talk to me 'cause I think I'm Hollywood Backwoods of grabba leaf Baby, I'm smoking good Niggas ain't hot as me when I bump in like every hood My bitch's body petite She got a ass and be fucking me good Pull up in all black like a GothA I shoot my shot Fuck a shot clock I got the money It's all on me I keep getting bands and I won't stop Fuck it up Fuck it up I'm in the trap where the sales at I'm with the gang Who the hell's that Bitch, I drop the top on the roof I'm trying to pull off in the Hellcat You're a bitch and she talk back She talk back She talk back What What Made a milli out the mug Milli Got rich, I was four I hit a lick for a Jesus piece I made a drill called A Felony Call it up boy, don't call back Take out the piece like a top hat