Shiest Talk (Explicit)

Shiest Talk (Explicit) - Lil Baby/Pooh Shiesty

Lyrics by：Dominique Jones/Julian Mason/Kelton Scott II/Lontrell Donell Williams Jr.

Composed by：Dominique Jones/Julian Mason/Kelton Scott II/Lontrell Donell Williams Jr.

Used to dream of driving foreigns had to grab one

Of all my mama's children

I'm the bad one

I admit that

God gone have to call and tell me to give yo **** back

I was thuggin' way before Tony put Trevor on a **** bag

Lil' Juan got killed

It hit me been my n***a since elementary

Justin tried to make me go half on buddy lawyer

I wasn't wit it

All these n***as do is brag but go out bad

I just don't get it

They be poppin' on the gram

But they can't pop out in my city

Every charged I had dismissed

Swallow my kids

You don't get no kiss

Ion play games but a n***a send blitz

Everything change when a n***a get rich

Glock with a switch

How a n***a gone miss

Made you that

Now a n***a tryna diss

Some of this ****

I'm just never gone get

Ion **** around

I can still get bricks

Foes to the grave

I ain't never gone switch

Where the **** I'm gon' go

She got everything Young Coco

I just gave my hood some more hope

We just sold another truckload

Bought her everythin' in Soho

She can't keep me on the low low

You know I'm a big bill

Ayy

Yuh

Yup

Two F&N's sittin' up in my lap

Can't even control the wheel

I gotta stary actin' more like a rapper and stop tryna kill

Some n***as wit me caught a body

Keep it solid wit me still

Play wit us

I bet you call it off

They know big shiest take beef for real

Then the more I get to flashin'

Get to crashin'

I ain't tryna chill

Yo

***** gon' drop her panties

Diamonds dancin'

I'm just standin' still

I used to go zip **** up for a ten

Now

It's gone cost a mil

N***as don't never wanna put in work

Pick up my chop

Know how I do

If you spot shiesty with baby

We slidin' round wit four carbons full

But them n***as just tired of gettin' bullied

We is not into it

When I see all them views watchin'

Wait 'til I put you up in a wood

9/11

We got eyes on 'em

******* overstood

I pull up shootin' up in yo projects

Say I can't go to my hood

Brr

Brr

Brr

Ayy

Yuh

Used to dream of driving foreigns had to grab one

Of all my mama's children

I'm the bad one I admit that

God gone have to call and tell me to give yo **** back

I was thuggin' way before Tony put Trevor on a **** bag