[Intro: Blaatina]A Lau on the beatAyy[Chorus: Blaatina]Talk your shit, I'ma talk my shit, I ain't never gon' cap, ayy (Yeah)I'ma take your shit, you gon' take your bitch, then we all gon' laugh, ayy (Woah)Yeah, I'm so, so rich, always keep the stick, I ain't never gon' lack, ayy (Brrah, brrah)Yeah, I'm so, so lit, got a whole new clip, rob your man in broad day, uh[Verse 1: Blaatina]If the plug make a call then I'm on the next flightAnd I'm moving them pounds (Ayy, ring)Bitch, I was hood rich 'fore I was rap richPlease do not come back around (Ayy, hell nah)If you want smoke, we gon' bring all the gunsWe gon' come in and shut that bitch down (Ooh, bye)You said I'm not good in your hoodBut I'm here right now and I don't hear a sound (Shh)Only thing I hear is my Glock reloadingYour bitch want a problem, she can get itSending off shots like a free throwBlaatina, bitch, and you know that I'm with it (Goofy)I won't let you get the cheat codeRide with my killers, they gon' make you feel itI know I got a big egoDid it myself and I stayed independent (Ayy, ayy)[Chorus: Blaatina & Stunna 4 Vegas]Talk your shit, I'ma talk my shit, I ain't never gon' cap, ayy (Yeah)I'ma take your shit, you gon' take your bitch, then we all gon' laugh, ayy (Woah)Yeah, I'm so, so rich, always keep the stick, I ain't never gon' lack, ayy (Brrah, brrah)Yeah, I'm so, so lit, got a whole new clip, rob your man in broad day, uh (4X)[Verse 2: Stunna 4 Vegas]No, I won't send no diss, I'ma go in his shitBitch, I really live what I rap, ayyI still'll slide on an opp and go chill on the blockI still ride with the strap in my lap, ayyI still'll fly out to Cali and go to the stu'And have your bitch at the crib catchin' my bops, ayyI'm clutchin' in on the spot, might punch me an oppBut bitch, I ain't punchin' no clocksBitch, I still post at that one wayWhole lot of trapping and dice gamesI'm in the hood with my ice onTouch me, you get used for a gun rangeStunna, man, I'm a real block starHit the stage, them hoes go insaneMy lil' nigga itching to knock an opp offI say you food, you get ate like a fish plate[Chorus: Blaatina]Talk your shit, I'ma talk my shit, I ain't never gon' cap, ayy (Uh)I'ma take your shit, you gon' take your bitch, then we all gon' laugh, ayy (Haha)Yeah, I'm so, so rich, always keep the stick, I ain't never gon' lack, ayyYeah, I'm so, so lit, got a whole new clip, rob your man in broad day, uh (Yeah)
