Shmack Talk by Sethii Shmactt Lyrics
[Intro]
(RAF is in the building)
[Verse 1: Sethii Shmactt]
We them niggas in the town
Got your bitch up in the back and you know I broke her down
I ain't smoking by the ounce, bitch, I'm smoking the pound
Got the bucks and I'm out, get the [?] and I bounce
Ayy, bitch, stop playing
Choosing ain't free, lil' bitch, start paying
Niggas do a lot of talking, give a fuck 'bout what they saying
I just poured me up a four, it got me feeling like the man, damn
They like, "Sethii, why your eyes like that?" Ayy
"Damn, Sethii, why your life that?"
I be smoking on the dope, that's why my eyes like that
Fat forty on my waist, blow your eyes right back
Chose up for the P, bitch, I need that fee
She gon' [?] a couple [?] for the team
And I got some niggas mad, know they plotting on me
I ain't tripping, bitch, you know I keep a [?] on me
Bankrolls in the bag, keep the gualla on me
Chop like a side bitch, it gotta stay lowkey
Bitch, stack it up where the roof is
Play me like a fool, on my mama you's a doofus
Ayy, and I hit her with the strip talk
Blue strips all up in my pockets, that's the Crip walk
Break her down then I pass her off, that's the Chris Paul
Stuff a Wood, take it to the neck, watch me lift off, bitch
[Verse 2: E. Corleone]
Big dope, big smoke, watch me lift off
MOB got these sucker niggas pissed off
Watch me pull up to the scene, watch me drift off
Come through flexing over here, niggas get picked
Bitch, we them niggas talking cash though
Big bands, getting to the cake like a fat ho
That chopper hit him, make him lean back, call him Fat Joe
Lil' nigga, better tuck them chains 'fore they get snagged off
We don't know you, back back 'fore you get blast on
MOB, twenty niggas, twenty masks on
I been running up a check, got the guap coming
Wanna get tied in with the mob, nigga, drop something
I need the fee, I need it all right now
She do the check and do the neck, I get my nut in her mouth
And if you looking for some work then hit my phone right now
And, nigga, fuck who up next, I'ma ball right now
[Verse 3: Fitz]
Fitz gon' get rich or die trying, count these hundreds 'til my heart stop
Cut her off after she give neck, I call that drop top
Balling like a Raider, in the field just like I'm Marshawn
Missiles like the Navy, bitch, you sliding like the Cha Cha
Mr. Don Dada, Corleone the godfather
You the boy who cried wolf, I can tell you want no problems
Red bottoms [?], the bitch gon' bust it like piñata
Sethii Shmactt be my slime, sharpshooter, Black Mamba
Play it smart, lil' nigga, you don't wanna see that candlelight
Your family gon' be sending out them hearts just like it's Valentine's
Got extra hella clips for niggas thinking that they [?]
I turned a schoolgirl to a goer, now her [?] right, nigga
(RAF is in the building)
[Verse 1: Sethii Shmactt]
We them niggas in the town
Got your bitch up in the back and you know I broke her down
I ain't smoking by the ounce, bitch, I'm smoking the pound
Got the bucks and I'm out, get the [?] and I bounce
Ayy, bitch, stop playing
Choosing ain't free, lil' bitch, start paying
Niggas do a lot of talking, give a fuck 'bout what they saying
I just poured me up a four, it got me feeling like the man, damn
They like, "Sethii, why your eyes like that?" Ayy
"Damn, Sethii, why your life that?"
I be smoking on the dope, that's why my eyes like that
Fat forty on my waist, blow your eyes right back
Chose up for the P, bitch, I need that fee
She gon' [?] a couple [?] for the team
And I got some niggas mad, know they plotting on me
I ain't tripping, bitch, you know I keep a [?] on me
Bankrolls in the bag, keep the gualla on me
Chop like a side bitch, it gotta stay lowkey
Bitch, stack it up where the roof is
Play me like a fool, on my mama you's a doofus
Ayy, and I hit her with the strip talk
Blue strips all up in my pockets, that's the Crip walk
Break her down then I pass her off, that's the Chris Paul
Stuff a Wood, take it to the neck, watch me lift off, bitch
[Verse 2: E. Corleone]
Big dope, big smoke, watch me lift off
MOB got these sucker niggas pissed off
Watch me pull up to the scene, watch me drift off
Come through flexing over here, niggas get picked
Bitch, we them niggas talking cash though
Big bands, getting to the cake like a fat ho
That chopper hit him, make him lean back, call him Fat Joe
Lil' nigga, better tuck them chains 'fore they get snagged off
We don't know you, back back 'fore you get blast on
MOB, twenty niggas, twenty masks on
I been running up a check, got the guap coming
Wanna get tied in with the mob, nigga, drop something
I need the fee, I need it all right now
She do the check and do the neck, I get my nut in her mouth
And if you looking for some work then hit my phone right now
And, nigga, fuck who up next, I'ma ball right now
[Verse 3: Fitz]
Fitz gon' get rich or die trying, count these hundreds 'til my heart stop
Cut her off after she give neck, I call that drop top
Balling like a Raider, in the field just like I'm Marshawn
Missiles like the Navy, bitch, you sliding like the Cha Cha
Mr. Don Dada, Corleone the godfather
You the boy who cried wolf, I can tell you want no problems
Red bottoms [?], the bitch gon' bust it like piñata
Sethii Shmactt be my slime, sharpshooter, Black Mamba
Play it smart, lil' nigga, you don't wanna see that candlelight
Your family gon' be sending out them hearts just like it's Valentine's
Got extra hella clips for niggas thinking that they [?]
I turned a schoolgirl to a goer, now her [?] right, nigga