Never Talk (feat. Dcamp) - Roaski

Super Earz D-Roc, D-Roc This for my niggas who ain't here (ain't here) I traveled some miles to see 'em (see 'em) Shinin' like a chandelier (chandelier) You ain't got to get close to see 'em (see 'em) Niggas talkin' out they lip I see 'em, I shoot above the rim (boaw) These niggas know what it is (know, yeah) Big drippin' inside my Tims (Tims) I heard 'em say I was broke (whoo!) What the fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout? (Talkin' 'bout) These niggas know that that's cap talk (that's cap) Hundred bands up inside a vault Every time that we speak, it's that murder talk (yeah) For a fact all these niggas know what it's 'bout And I know they ain't havin' the shit I bought When we open that choppa, they draw the chalk (brrr) Been through it all, these niggas pussy When it comes to this shit, I'ma vet, you a rookie When I see your lil' homies, they starrin' and lookin' My hitters on go and that button, I push it (boaw) Stick to the rappin', my OG be cookin' Wanted a chance, when they gave it, I took it Up in jail, every day I was hookin' Trial, when I seen it, I didn't over look it I heard 'em say I was broke (never) But these niggas know that that's a cap talk (bitch) Niggas bitches hate it when they talk I was bangin' and slangin' inside the nawf Whole lot of money, I made it all They ain't from where I'm from, can't compare to me (never) Up the cutta make him draw the chalk (yeah) I'ma stretch him, he thinkin' 'bout taggin' me (boaw) Real blood I won't walk in the club I ain't paid (I ain't paid) I ain't givin' shoutouts on my page (on my page) Thankin' God for the shit that I made This for my niggas that's up in the grave Won't give up, I'ma do it for Dave Fuck everybody want to stamp me Concrete jungle in the hood I played (I prayed) Rich Gang Birdman done stamped me This for my niggas who ain't here (ain't here) I traveled some miles to see 'em (see 'em) Shinin' like a chandelier (chandelier) You ain't got to get close to see 'em (see 'em) Niggas talkin' out they lip I see 'em, I shoot above the rim (boaw) These niggas know what it is (know, yeah) Big drippin' inside my Tims (Tims) I heard 'em say I was broke (whoo!) What the fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout? (Talkin' 'bout) These niggas know that that's cap talk (that's cap) Hundred bands up inside a vault Every time we speak, it's that murder talk (yeah) For a fact all these niggas know what it's 'bout And I know they ain't havin' the shit I bought When we open that choppa, they draw the chalk (brrr) Yeah, big comma and big faces (big faces) Chop 'em down, we will erase 'em (yeah) Buss it down then pop it off (yeah) Don't give a fuck if I catch a case (yeah, yeah) No cap (no cap), straight rap (straight rap) In the trap, hundred racks (hundred racks) Been ballin', don't doubt it (yeah) Gettin' money, that's facts (yeah, that's facts) Chandeliers, marble floors (marble floors) Move dope through plenty holes (through plenty holes) Alligators, crocodiles Automatic Calicos (Calicos) Every nigga with me got money (got money) Who the fuck said somethin'? (who the fuck said somethin'?) All these rap shit ain't nothin' (ain't nothin') I done passed it down to my youngins This for my niggas who ain't here (ain't here) I traveled some miles to see 'em (see 'em) Shinin' like a chandelier (chandelier) You ain't got to get close to see 'em (see 'em) Niggas talkin' out they lip (lip) I see 'em, I shoot above the rim (boaw) These niggas know what it is (know, yeah) Big drippin' inside my Tims (Tims) I heard 'em say I was broke (whoo!) What the fuck these niggas talkin' 'bout? (Talkin' 'bout) These niggas know that that's cap talk (that's cap) Hundred bands up inside a vault Every time we speak, it's that murder talk (yeah) For a fact all these niggas know what it's 'bout And I know they ain't havin' the shit I bought When we open that choppa, they draw the chalk (brrr)

Lemme talk my shit, I'ma talk about it, huh, huh Lemme talk my shit, fuckin' talk about it, huh, huh Lemme talk my shit, fuckin' talk about it, huh, huh Lemme talk my shit, fuckin' talk about it Huh, huh Lemme talk my shit, fuckin' talk about it, huh, huh Lemme talk my shit, fuckin' talk about it, huh, huh Yeah, ballin' ass nigga, yeah, Meechy Baby, yeah Yeah, I'ma heroin flippin', yeah, gravediggin', yeah Big ol' bag, put it on your head, I can get you dead Old slimy ass nigga, yeah, green flag, yeah 4K Trey, you know I'm reppin' that, I'ma step for that Send a flunkey, you won't get him back, you gon' get him whacked (uh) Huh, huh Lemme talk my shit, fuckin' talk about it, huh, huh Lemme talk my shit, fuckin' talk about it, huh, huh Lemme talk my shit, fuckin' talk about it, huh, huh Lemme talk my shit, fuckin' talk about it, huh, huh Lemme talk my shit, fuckin' talk about it, huh Lemme talk my shit, fuckin' talk about it, uh, uh Lemme talk my shit, fuckin' talk about it, huh Lemme talk my shit, fuckin' talk about it (lemme, let) This a stolen stick Bitch, I'm dirty walkin', let's go, let's go I just spent them racks on top of your bitch I'm talkin' 'bout 34, I'm 38 (huh, huh, huh, huh) Bitch, this chopper bangin' like it's 808 Bitch, don't come this way Ain't nobody safe, we put guns to face (fuck that shit) Head bobbin', I'm jumpin' wild with this dirty Choppin' lil' nigga, yeah (yeah, yeah) I'ma Diddy bop 'em with this .40 Glock I'ma leave him topless, lil' nigga (pop) (huh) Fuck the stove, I need the microwave, fuck that pot, lil' nigga Bring that Drac' out, I want shoot several ways Fuck that Glizzy pistol (boom, boom boom, boom) With the Margiela steppin', I'm poppin' It's a cook on the beat like Hibachi Got that Xan' and that X in my body (in my body) Got the Perkys, they jump out a body I be coolin' real quick and get violent (violent) Once they start it, I up it, I shot it Fuck what you hear, give a fuck about your body (fuck) Who outside here say, where Top at? (Ay, ay) On the pills, on the rap, and I'm glitching On the codeine, I'm scratching and itching (scratching and itching) Meechy number one chemist in kitchen (chemist in kitchen) All my baby mamas washing dishes, yeah (washing dishes) Bitch staring like a geek on a bitch On the bed, I jump, BET on a bitch, yeah Fuckin' that ho, I'm lovin' that ho' (uh, uh) Then kick out that lil' bitty bitch, yeah (uh, uh, uh, uh) Huh, huh Lemme talk my shit, fuckin' talk about it, huh, huh Lemme talk my shit, fuckin' talk about it, huh, huh Lemme talk my shit, fuckin' talk about it, huh, huh Lemme talk my shit, fuckin' talk about it, huh, huh Lemme talk my shit, fuckin' talk about it, huh (fuckin' talk yo' shit) Lemme talk my shit Fuckin' talk about it uh, uh (Meechy got this shit) Lemme talk my shit Fuckin' talk about it, huh (yeah, who gon' pop us bitch) Lemme talk my shit, fuckin' talk about it (yeah, 4K Trey)

Ayy, hello? (Who is this?) I just got off the phone with DDawg (not gon' say) Ayy, you keep stuck up in your ways, you gon' fall, slime (Goddamn, BJ with another one) Man, I know that shit, nigga Yeah, don't know, ayy, but look, though I ran up that money so motherfuckin' high, ayy I swear to God I could stop rappin' now, nigga I wouldn't give a fuck 'bout what you think, bitch I can't take the clean route, I'm G'd up They talk down, I'm rich now, lil' nigga, I can head home Fresh up out a cell block, can fill up an arena I'm turnt up, you try and get your face blown I'm smokin' on doja, I pull up rollin' on some ign'ant shit Know the opp pack potent, police pull us over, bitch, get rid of it Motherfuck them shows, I ain't leavin' my home, bitch, I'm really rich (bitch, I'm rich) And I'm so caught up in my ways, I tint out all that shit Order 750 from the bank, and they say, "Goddamn" I ain't gotta walk in, I just call, they know who I am Flex on Instagram and go to tweakin', seem like I spam So many plaques around this bitch, fuck who don't like what I'm sayin' Swervin' in that Lam' with the gang, we all tool totin' (tool totin') You start this shit, on Dump, we end it with them tools blowin' (tools blowin') Pussy, I was tryna buy a soul, but my bro stole it (man, he stole it) Swipe too much, interior rig, I think my car totaled (car totaled) Yeah, fuck your lingo, how you bomin', nigga? (Yeah, yeah) I'ma post the Trey on 38, I hear ya comin', nigga Probably got my stick out with a big ass stack of hundreds, nigga Better have your stick out, release six off when you turnin', nigga, uh, mmh How you get them cars and all that jewelry? Nigga, I don't know How you spent that money and still got millions? Nigga, I don't know How I got all them bitches and don't want one? Nigga, I don't know Why you actin' slow? Nigga, fuck it, let your chrome blow (Ayy, why you been on some stupid shit with everybody, YoungBoy?) Nigga, I don't know (Ayy, why you feel like all these hoes ain't shit?) Nigga, I don't know (Ayy, I really do know, but I really don't know, but look here) Nigga, I don't know (Ayy, just roll a blunt up and light the strong, nigga, bah) Pussy nigga, say that you want smoke, then let your chrome blow Bitch, stop all that hatin', just come say somethin', what you on, foe? Jumpin' in that Maybach, in my styrofoam, red dope I'm full of pills, in my Bentley, who that is? Your ho Why them bitches don't wan' nominate Lil Top? I don't wan' know I'm from the streets, I got that guap, this shit I'm blessed for This shit around my wrist'll get you popped or get you stepped on (get you popped, bitch) But on the other end, I don't get nothin' less than one-fifty a show How you get them cars and all that jewelry? Nigga, I don't know How you spent that money and still got millions? Nigga, I don't know How I got all them bitches and don't want one? Nigga, I don't know Why you actin' slow? Nigga, fuck it, let your chrome blow I can't take the clean route, I'm G'd up They talk down, I'm rich now, lil' nigga, I can head home Fresh up out a cell block, can fill up an arena I'm turnt up, you try and get your face blown Savage nigga, I don't know Uh, yeah, Lil Top, nigga, I don't know Bitch on Vogue, nigga, I don't know Who I'm fuckin' with, that's your ho

What up, Rippah? I come from posted on the block with them hot boys Seven of us riding on a bike, toting them fire rods A smoker showed me how to sit and make the powder Von showed me never go to sleep, he press all the cards Bitch, what it is? We can talk about it Skinny nigga, pockets thick, my bitch got a wide body Hopping off the jet and I got twenty racks in every pocket Cross get set on fire, niggas die if you try to stop me Jail cells, I was only 12, getting put in them Hood hoes tryna come up off you, I grew up with them Snake niggas, straight up hating niggas, bitch, I run with them Fuck niggas with that sneak dissing, I ain't hearin' them Hold on, now let me turn up on a ho Your favorite rapper ratting on the low Hundred shots in that cutter, we got that Chevy sitting low And my youngins, they reckless, blow all the hinges off your door Shoot that forty twenty times, they gon' start calling one time And I remember one time, I think it was in '09 And I couldn't seem to stop crying, mama put me on medics And I never took real and real killer, unapologetic Bitch, and we forever stepping, hit a nigga with that fire Boomer really slang that iron, behind it I caught bodies raw Let me talk my shit, matter fact, check out my Diddy Bop You all steady running wild, fifty in that forty Glock, c'mon Old niggas on that old shit, it's a young nigga time A bigger picture, bigger difference, it's a young nigga rhyme Head over water, he say all he do is step with that iron Catch that nigga slipping, knock his heart from out his chest with that iron Big boss, that lil' nigga with that big talk Cutter got a big spark, Lil B'll let that stick off Plus half of these niggas, I could tell you what your bitch 'bout Richer than your daddy, with my moms in a big house Young nigga pull up with them shooters and I fold you I won't ever let these niggas get me, that's a no-no High definition, VVS's, on my son, ho What is shit you could do that hurt me when I'm done, ho? Tryna bust a nigga head, and I'm like: Yes, sir, yes, sir Got some shit up in my trunk'll rip a nigga's vest up Shawty tryna fuck a nigga, she want me to bless her Cousin killed by Fat Phil, she don't know we stretched him Gave some molly to that bitch, now she wanna do something Couldn't rep that violence with the thirty, youngin tryna shoot something Out on Holly, past 1:30, bitch, we tryna move something In the morning, was flashing early, I was going through something Old niggas on that old shit, it's a young nigga time A bigger picture, bigger difference, it's a young nigga rhyme Head over water, he say all he do is step with that iron Catch that nigga slipping, knock his heart from out his chest with that iron Big boss, that lil' nigga with that big talk Cutter got a big spark, Lil B'll let that stick off Plus half of these niggas, I could tell you what your bitch 'bout Richer than your daddy, with my moms in a big house