Talk My Shit Pt3 (feat. Nesty Gzz) - Sha Gz

M-hm, I ain't even lie about I, I ain't even lie about Ayy, yeah, baby (Frank got the pack) Ayy, I ain't even playin' games, on God, you gon' feel it How dare you talk down like I'm not one of the realest? You hope a nigga beg, now I see you in your feelings Paid all that shit back, gave you the first million Even before my kids, even before my mother Ready to die for you, nigga, you gon' turn me on my brother On God, that shit hurt, somehow I still love you, nigga Yeah, huh You was somethin' like a father figure I ain't even sign with niggas Lost on the island now, they can't even find me, nigga I can't even lie, it ain't about money at all 'Cause followin' your ways got me stackin' it tall Yeah, you ain't know the business I was way too big of a star It's like havin' a Bugatti, but can't pay for the cars Like chasin' a lil' bag when we should've been up I made way over 10, but it wasn't enough It shoulda came on a truck Huh, go 'head, tell 'em I'm lyin' Must got wings on me, tell 'em I'm flyin' I was loyal for real They all told me to jump ship and bail Stay down, I was walkin' on nails, nigga You can ask my shooter, they'll tell you I'm a soldier Gotta watch your friends, keep your enemies close Niggas always hate, gotta ride with the toast Always know I be good, you ain't know how to show it (yeah, ayy) You can ask my soul, they gon' tell you I'm a soldier (ayy) Gotta watch your friends, keep your enemies close (ayy) Niggas always hate, gotta ride with the toast (ayy) Always know I be good, I ain't know how to show it (ayy, yeah), uh Niggas always ask me, "Why you back in the field?" I'm like, "I just went back, it was real" Still got family here Most these niggas turned out snakes, but a few, uh Still in the 'burbs, penthouse with a view in it, uh Soon as I leave the hood, get home and I view different, uh Lot a niggas heard I was down, but a few witnesses it, uh Nigga, I be stickin' to money, this glue different Sneaker boxes full of 50, the dresser got blues in 'em, uh Talkin' to the money, roll up, and I cruise with it, uh Whenever I get more, I'm lettin' the crew get it, uh Thinkin' 'bout these years, I don't regret it at all 'Cause, nigga, I was happy to ball I was throwin' it all I brought it all, I don't be shoppin' at all So much tags, I could open a store, nigga Yeah, I did it right, but couldn't save all my dawgs My hood angels got called by the Lord, yeah You can ask my shooter, they'll tell you I'm a soldier Gotta watch your friends, keep your enemies close Niggas always hate, gotta ride with the toast Always know I be good, you ain't know how to show it (yeah, ayy) You can ask my soul, they gon' tell you I'm a soldier (ayy) Gotta watch your friends, keep your enemies close (ayy) Niggas always hate, gotta ride with the toast (ayy) Always know I be good, I ain't know how to show it (ayy) Yeah (baby), baby

Grrah-grrah Grrah-grrah Maari Grrah-grrah Grrah Bitch, it's deeper than rap You niggas cap, and that shit is wack, like No, I can't beef with a rat Smokin' on Blay, JB got packed, like Bitch, it's deeper than rap You niggas cap, and that shit is wack, like No, I can't beef with a rat Smokin' on Blay, JB got packed, like I see Dougie, on bro, I'ma throw Catch Kay Flock, get beat with the pole I see Notti and Gotti, get low Don't try to bluff when we shoot through the coat Diddy died, he got hit in the toe AR-15, that bitch came with a scope Noah got stomped like Smelly got poked BigDieRey, fuck O to the O, like I told brodie, "Don't run, don't trip" I got a chop, wanna see how it kick? See a crip and I dump out the whip He runnin' from shots, he better not trip I heard they spinnin', that car getting flipped Bitch is a smoochie, spit on the dick Don't try to run, got a beam on the blick Milly got beat, he got hit with a stick Catch Kay, get plucked like Skelly JB got shot and got left by the deli Smokin' on Blay, two poles, I'm deady Hollows gon' rip through his neck and his belly We got chops then blitzin' the Telly That bitch is a smooch, no, she not a wetty We could link if it's war, then be ready That bitch is a thot when I back out the Henny, like I'm with Gunna, don't fuck with the Munna's BigDieRey, catch an O, I'ma blow Got it on me, I'm feelin like Stunna Bend through, hop out, don't get boomed, like I'm with Gunna, bet he stay in tune Catch B Lovee, get swept like broom It's a party, we smokin' on Goon Lil Gotti, call thotty, she shakin' the room, like Let him run if he fast on his feet Beam on the gun, leave him right on the scene Says there's a opp right there, I tell brodie, "Just creep" Beam on his head, he looked dead and deceased Opp thot smoochie, that bitch a treesh Come in correct if you tryna' compete Don't try to bluff, don't shoot up the V Blay got back, JB on a tee, like Bro said, "How many punches you got?", like I got one and like three in a box If you my muddy, for him, you get dropped, like If we miss 'em, we spinnin' the block BigDieRey, bitch, every O shot Bendin' close when it's shoot or get shot I don't want her, that bitch is a thot Lil Gotti, call thotty, but she still an opp He stay running like gunt 16 dead opps, unlimited blunts Don't try to front, they know I'm the one We on a drill, I ain't passin' the gun His cab, who that? We see him and dump Throw up an O, he get beat and get left That bitch a smooch, she come for the rump Smokin' on Blay, 3P in that runtz He talkin' hot, leave him right in a dump I got like UE, Budda in this blunt Don't got a gun, get poled, get gunned I might just hit him if he try to front Hollows gon' hit him, leave a nigga slumped Opp thot smoochie, come for the rump Catch Lil Bouba, put him in a trunk Chop go, "Grrah", we see 'em, they run We see 'em, they run Grrah-grrah Maari