Lyrics to Talkin' Back
(La música de Harry Fraud)
Brr (So I'm talkin' back)
The Butcher comin', nigga (So I'm talkin' back)
Somebody gotta go (So I'm talkin' back)
And it ain't gon' be me
Uh, don't put no faith in no nigga, no faith in no bitch
I was in the cell, thinkin' 'bout ways to get rich
All these chains on my neck, I'm still a slave in a sense
Ben Frank on a hundred, but my face on a brick (Brick)
You can't tell me shit unless you run your paper up
Bought the weight, then took it out of state on a Megabus
You grew up 'round snakes, you relate to us
Lookin' out for niggas that I couldn't get a favor from
Shots hit you, doc stitch you with a staple gun
You not a gangster 'til they put you in the paper once
I know a gangster when I'm lookin' in the face of one
Million dollar appetite, it's like I got a taste for one
Ah, I really had to clean this dough
You ain't a boss, everybody on your team just broke
It was either starve or sling this coke
Thirty bands worth of jewels on with seats in coach, nigga (Nigga)
Dope money talkin' to me (So I'm talkin' back)
These hoes talkin' to me (So I'm talkin' back)
Streets talkin' to me (And I'm talkin' back)
My plug talkin' to me (So I'm talkin' back, Crack)
Dope money talkin' to me (And I'm talkin' back, yeah, uh)
These hoes talkin' to me (And I'm talkin' back, coca)
The streets talkin' to me (So I'm talkin' back, I got you, Butcher)
My plug talkin' to me (And I'm talkin' back, Crack)
Chill with all that negative energy
'Cause I'll turn a negative nigga into a memory (Brrah)
Y'all been takin' big Ls since the enemies
Seven slang, servin' your bumps for like ten a ki (Ten a ki)
Track me in and out of court, Harvey Weinstein
Threw that white up in the pot, gave 'em pipe dreams
And watch it spread like the Wuhan virus
Do 'em dirty for the low like Wu-Tang 'Sirus (ODB)
No mask, we let it flame on camera
Moppin' niggas, movin' kis like a janitor
Gangs of New York, my niggas'll pull the heater out
Told Butcher if he pokes the right artery, he'll bleed out
Dope money talkin' to me (So I'm talkin' back)
These hoes talkin' to me (So I'm talkin' back)
Streets talkin' to me (And I'm talkin' back)
My plug talkin' to me (So I'm talkin' back)
Dope money talkin' to me (And I'm talkin' back)
These hoes talkin' to me (And I'm talkin' back)
The streets talkin' to me (So I'm talkin' back)
My plug talkin' to me (And I'm talkin' back)
Brr (So I'm talkin' back)
The Butcher comin', nigga (So I'm talkin' back)
Somebody gotta go (So I'm talkin' back)
And it ain't gon' be me
Uh, don't put no faith in no nigga, no faith in no bitch
I was in the cell, thinkin' 'bout ways to get rich
All these chains on my neck, I'm still a slave in a sense
Ben Frank on a hundred, but my face on a brick (Brick)
You can't tell me shit unless you run your paper up
Bought the weight, then took it out of state on a Megabus
You grew up 'round snakes, you relate to us
Lookin' out for niggas that I couldn't get a favor from
Shots hit you, doc stitch you with a staple gun
You not a gangster 'til they put you in the paper once
I know a gangster when I'm lookin' in the face of one
Million dollar appetite, it's like I got a taste for one
Ah, I really had to clean this dough
You ain't a boss, everybody on your team just broke
It was either starve or sling this coke
Thirty bands worth of jewels on with seats in coach, nigga (Nigga)
Dope money talkin' to me (So I'm talkin' back)
These hoes talkin' to me (So I'm talkin' back)
Streets talkin' to me (And I'm talkin' back)
My plug talkin' to me (So I'm talkin' back, Crack)
Dope money talkin' to me (And I'm talkin' back, yeah, uh)
These hoes talkin' to me (And I'm talkin' back, coca)
The streets talkin' to me (So I'm talkin' back, I got you, Butcher)
My plug talkin' to me (And I'm talkin' back, Crack)
Chill with all that negative energy
'Cause I'll turn a negative nigga into a memory (Brrah)
Y'all been takin' big Ls since the enemies
Seven slang, servin' your bumps for like ten a ki (Ten a ki)
Track me in and out of court, Harvey Weinstein
Threw that white up in the pot, gave 'em pipe dreams
And watch it spread like the Wuhan virus
Do 'em dirty for the low like Wu-Tang 'Sirus (ODB)
No mask, we let it flame on camera
Moppin' niggas, movin' kis like a janitor
Gangs of New York, my niggas'll pull the heater out
Told Butcher if he pokes the right artery, he'll bleed out
Dope money talkin' to me (So I'm talkin' back)
These hoes talkin' to me (So I'm talkin' back)
Streets talkin' to me (And I'm talkin' back)
My plug talkin' to me (So I'm talkin' back)
Dope money talkin' to me (And I'm talkin' back)
These hoes talkin' to me (And I'm talkin' back)
The streets talkin' to me (So I'm talkin' back)
My plug talkin' to me (And I'm talkin' back)
