TITAN TALK! (Live at NPC 2023)

[Intro: PE$O PETE & koll]

Flex, walked in wit' my (koll)

Set! Yeah! Set! Yeah! Set! Yeah! Set! Yeah! (Walked in wit' my—)

Set! Yeah! Set! Yeah! Set! Yeah! Set! Yeah!

Set! Yeah! (Aye!)

[Verse 1: PE$O PETE & Ty Wild]

Poppin' out, we hit the block, make contact (Yeah! Yeah!)

Chop' got sight, I don't need no contact (Brr!)

I'm castin' curses, don't need no contract (Aye!)

Seen y'all nonsense

Bitin' off styles, they ain't write 'em like Wild, better peep that contrast (Bitch)

Y'all tracks wack, never rap like mine

Y'all slatt cap, now ya hat like slime (Yeah-Yeah)

Talk that smack, but I know you never walked that, man

Better dial that back, dog

[Verse 2: PE$O PETE]

I'm not no bitch, only crabbin' 'boutta dollar

Stay lit; how I try and forget my problems

Every shot you tryna send didn't land, bro', nada

I'm a different dog, Goddard, and my bitch top model (What?)

You ain't fuckin' wit' the prophet, couldn't fuck with my apostles

Couldn't catch, to be honest, if it's facts

Then you really can't rap, to be honest, like that (To be honest)

Draw flames, get splacked wit' the sauna

Get blacked wit' my .45 strap

I got forty-five blunts

Switch straps, he slashed with the fo'-five sum (Yeah)

It ain't 'bout this and that

Young PE$O ain't dumb (No)

If he want contact, then I hit 'em wit' a drum

[Verse 3: DizzyEight & PE$O PETE]

Then I hit 'em with the drum, now his soul leavin' out of his body

An exorcism crisis, it's existential

When I show 'em what's inside his body, it's surgical

Uppercut'll put his life on a vertical

Elevate a stairway to Heaven's Gate

Chop' at his top, now the opp' a convertible

Put the piece to his mind, let him meditate

Shock to his block, now his body is terminal

All hands on deck if they come for me

I'm pullin' yo' card if they summon me

You jokers transparent, I see through your poker face

Watch how man'll fold in front of me (Bitch!)

[Verse 4: DizzyEight & PE$O PETE]

You in a awkward position

He cookin' 'til I bring the mop in the kitchen (Yeah!)

So stop it when I let it pop off the belt

Best believe that this is not a prop' that I'm grippin'

See I'm not concerned wit' who hot and who isn't

You just mad 'cause we hot and you isn't

I jumped out the sky wit' my Glock and my bitches

You Brock, couldn't handle a thot in yo' bidness (Thot in yo' bidness)

I'm hot 'cause I'm already clocked for conviction

I stopped makin' wishes and put in the difference

These ten thousand hours like rocks in the kitchen

Not stoppin' or switchin' the ultimate vision (Stoppin' or switchin' the ultimate vision)

[Verse 5: Ty Wild]

And I scope wit' precision (Pew!)

Dot on the chopper like Sharingan shot and it not finna miss him (Not finna miss him)

Fuck is this talkin' subliminal shots and then slip when you walk like you not wit' that bidness? (Like you not wit' that bidness?)

Y'all just some bitches (Bitch)

But if y'all wit' the shits, then I am, too

Glock lockin' and twistin', no Cantu (Yuh)

But we rub up yo' bitch, she get ran through (Hahahaha)

Brain take a vacation, no lampoons

Gang takin' ya bae and ya bands, too (Yeah-Yeah)

Claims sayin' I'm great wasn't planned, dude

Lames labelled the same, where ya fans, fool?

[Outro: PE$O PETE & Ty Wild]

Aye! (Hahaha)