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