Don’t Gotta Talk

[Intro]

(Pipe that shit up, TnT)

(Tahj Money)

(TJ produced it)

[Chorus]

Look, turnt up, bitch I need that drank to make me sit down

Actin' like he wit' it, blow that glizzy, make 'em get down

Rolled up, YoungBoy got that smoke to blow yo' do' down

He gon' need a ghost detector for to get his soul found

([?])

Bitch, I’m in here, run up on his gang and getcha' top peeled

I don’t gotta talk or say a word, they know how I’m is

I can’t leave the house, but niggas know it’s still my year

Ba, ba, pussy bitches scared just from the ad-libs

[Verse]

Ask Joe, cut up just like them hoes and we gon' drag him

Dump the money out the bag and fuckin' body bag him

Hop out the rental, strip the tags and buss until you smash him

Look, YoungBoy got that shit that make them jump, that makе they pussy pop

YoungBoy got them straps with zombie tips to comе pop off ya top

Shawty got that clout that get you caught and knocked off on the block

Huh? Strip that nigga down, walk in and then the do' close

Stand up, back to back, we clear this bitch out with a fo' fo'

Nigga think he raw, he in the building with them dumb hoes

Well I’ma Emmie Till him with this Glock, came with a snub nose

Runnin' fast, dove across the fence, cops on his ass now

Plenty bands for the many mans up in the class [?]

Steady playin', give his ass a tan with this Gat, huh

That Molly sand gone from off them Xans, can’t even act, huh

[Chorus]

Look, turnt up, bitch I need that drank to make me sit down

Actin' like he wit' it, blow that glizzy, make 'em get down

Rolled up, YoungBoy got that smoke to blow yo' do' down

He gon' need a ghost detector for to get his soul found

Bitch, I’m in here, run up on his gang and getcha' top peeled

I don’t gotta talk or say a word, they know how I’m is

I can’t leave the house, but niggas know it’s still my year

Ba, ba, pussy bitches scared just from the ad-libs