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