Shit Talka by Big Trendin Lyrics
Shit Talka
Intro
Niggas talking like the known me
My whole fucking life
You don’t know me pussy boy
You ain’t earned my stripes
Can’t get round me
Sending shooters
And they running back
They scared of me
I come outside
I don’t hear none of that
VERSE 1
On my momma youn want drama
Bitch I bust ya brain
Put in work put you on a shirt
Make yo Ass a stain
Blank yo bitch ass
Stank yo bitch ass
Take it back to 04’
Let the gang bank yo bitch ass
Yea you hear em screaming woo
They gon stomp you like a Q dawg
Issa problem they gon grab them sticks
Like it’s a pool hall
Boy you gotta issue Tryna tell you
Betta move on
I call that corner pocket
They gon rock ya fucking cuе ball
And ya baby muva wanna fuck a nigga erry night
So I got a alibi
Yea that pussy air tight
Go head with that cappin nigga
Wе know you don’t trap
Caught a body and you home already
We know you a rat
Fresh as shit from head to toe
Executive that’s my designer
Walkin round I smell like runtz
Blues falling out my pocket
Bitch I’m runnin up my strips
Sumn extra in the clip
Vvs’s on my bitch
She love it when I talk my shit
Hook
Cus I grew up inna city
Where I had to duck shells
So you know it’s fuck the feds
Fuck the ops
And fuck 12
Got two bitches and they shooters
And they goin both ways
Run up on me
They gon knock you right up out your dolce’s
40 gotta extended clip
Fucking right imma talk my shit
40 gotta extended clip
Fucking right imma talk my shit
40 gotta extended clip
Fucking right imma talk my shit
40 gotta extended clip
Fucking right imma talk my shit
Verse 2
I’m on my real estate shit
La bitch
I just bought a block
I can’t wait till the sun go down
Imma come outside and get this Guap
If it’s slow imma treat you like my yellow bitch
Imma hit cho spots
Kick that door
Triple beams
223’s
Get on your knees
I ain’t never told on a nigga
Streets know I ain’t no snitch
I ain’t bitin my tongue fa no bitch
So it’s fuck you off the rip
She luv to fuck me onna gas
Cus I be talkin my shit
Executive from head to toe
These hoes all on my drip
And u shinin Big Trendin
Prolly cus imma brand new star
But don’t sleep cus ain’t shit sweet
That Glock’ll give you a brand new scar
Got like 30 in my ears
Pointers hittin like Gervonte
You know she gon make it sloppy
For that birkin and that Givanchi
Rockstar spinning blocks
Pills in me
I ain’t sober
And you these cops get behind me
I ain’t pulling over
Cus I’m dirtier than trump
Coming home?
Shit I doubt it
But I still rather get caught with that shit
Than caught without it
Hook
Cus I grew up inna city
Where I had to duck shells
So you know it’s fuck the feds
Fuck the ops
And fuck 12
Got two bitches and they shooters
And they goin both ways
Run up on me
They gon knock you right up out your dolce’s
40 gotta extended clip
Fucking right imma talk my shit
40 gotta extended clip
Fucking right imma talk my shit
40 gotta extended clip
Fucking right imma talk my shit
40 gotta extended clip
Fucking right imma talk my shit
On dat trap shit
Yea dat trap shit
Exec Gang nigga
Exec Gang nigga
Big Trendin nigga
Big Trendin
Woo
Intro
Niggas talking like the known me
My whole fucking life
You don’t know me pussy boy
You ain’t earned my stripes
Can’t get round me
Sending shooters
And they running back
They scared of me
I come outside
I don’t hear none of that
VERSE 1
On my momma youn want drama
Bitch I bust ya brain
Put in work put you on a shirt
Make yo Ass a stain
Blank yo bitch ass
Stank yo bitch ass
Take it back to 04’
Let the gang bank yo bitch ass
Yea you hear em screaming woo
They gon stomp you like a Q dawg
Issa problem they gon grab them sticks
Like it’s a pool hall
Boy you gotta issue Tryna tell you
Betta move on
I call that corner pocket
They gon rock ya fucking cuе ball
And ya baby muva wanna fuck a nigga erry night
So I got a alibi
Yea that pussy air tight
Go head with that cappin nigga
Wе know you don’t trap
Caught a body and you home already
We know you a rat
Fresh as shit from head to toe
Executive that’s my designer
Walkin round I smell like runtz
Blues falling out my pocket
Bitch I’m runnin up my strips
Sumn extra in the clip
Vvs’s on my bitch
She love it when I talk my shit
Hook
Cus I grew up inna city
Where I had to duck shells
So you know it’s fuck the feds
Fuck the ops
And fuck 12
Got two bitches and they shooters
And they goin both ways
Run up on me
They gon knock you right up out your dolce’s
40 gotta extended clip
Fucking right imma talk my shit
40 gotta extended clip
Fucking right imma talk my shit
40 gotta extended clip
Fucking right imma talk my shit
40 gotta extended clip
Fucking right imma talk my shit
Verse 2
I’m on my real estate shit
La bitch
I just bought a block
I can’t wait till the sun go down
Imma come outside and get this Guap
If it’s slow imma treat you like my yellow bitch
Imma hit cho spots
Kick that door
Triple beams
223’s
Get on your knees
I ain’t never told on a nigga
Streets know I ain’t no snitch
I ain’t bitin my tongue fa no bitch
So it’s fuck you off the rip
She luv to fuck me onna gas
Cus I be talkin my shit
Executive from head to toe
These hoes all on my drip
And u shinin Big Trendin
Prolly cus imma brand new star
But don’t sleep cus ain’t shit sweet
That Glock’ll give you a brand new scar
Got like 30 in my ears
Pointers hittin like Gervonte
You know she gon make it sloppy
For that birkin and that Givanchi
Rockstar spinning blocks
Pills in me
I ain’t sober
And you these cops get behind me
I ain’t pulling over
Cus I’m dirtier than trump
Coming home?
Shit I doubt it
But I still rather get caught with that shit
Than caught without it
Hook
Cus I grew up inna city
Where I had to duck shells
So you know it’s fuck the feds
Fuck the ops
And fuck 12
Got two bitches and they shooters
And they goin both ways
Run up on me
They gon knock you right up out your dolce’s
40 gotta extended clip
Fucking right imma talk my shit
40 gotta extended clip
Fucking right imma talk my shit
40 gotta extended clip
Fucking right imma talk my shit
40 gotta extended clip
Fucking right imma talk my shit
On dat trap shit
Yea dat trap shit
Exec Gang nigga
Exec Gang nigga
Big Trendin nigga
Big Trendin
Woo