I Have a Talent for Words

[hook]
Just went to the mall! (You know the fuckin' vibes)
Just bought out the store! (Get with the fuckin' times)
I just made some more! (Flex that cash money, man)
Trap, 'cause I sling some dope! (Fuck a snitching bitch)
Just went to the mall! (You know the fuckin' vibes)
Just bought out the store! (Get with the fuckin' times)
I just made some more! (Flex that cash money, man)
Trap, 'cause I sling some dope! (Fuck a snitching bitch)

[Verse 1]
Take a couple hits of this bowl and then I dip
Man, I really hate a snitch, brodi, cops are only pigs
Man, they skulls is pretty thick, compensate for tiny dicks
If you think my music mid, then you thinkin' like a bitch
'Cause I switch up my flow, brodi
Y'all already know I be walking out the door with these lyrics in my notes
I be drippin' out in clothes 'cause I really gotta show all these motherfuckin' hoes I'm the opposite of cold, even though I know I'm chill
I just gotta keep it real, all this time I gotta feel
Baby girl, what is the deal?
Got some drugs that I conceal, but I buy you all your meals
Won't you turn the other heel? I'm just tryin' to be real
I don't wanna be no fake
I remember every face, every time and every day, every word and every play
So be careful what you say, 'cause there be a lot of snakes
Catch a slug all in your face, from my fucking Bucky spray, 'cause I

[hook]
Just went to the mall! (You know the fuckin' vibes)
Just bought out the store! (Get with the fuckin' times)
I just made some more! (Flex that cash money, man)
Trap, 'cause I sling some dope! (Fuck a snitching bitch)
Just went to the mall! (You know the fuckin' vibes)
Just bought out the store! (Get with the fuckin' times)
I just made some more! (Flex that cash money, man)
Trap, 'cause I sling some dope! (Fuck a snitching bitch)

[Verse 2]
Oh, what's that bitch? Are you really talking now?
Oh, you really goin' down, turn around and shut your mouth
Now you're runnin' from the back and you're runnin' to your house
But you ain't gettin' chased, man this game ain't cat and mouse
You're about to hit two strikes, another one and then you're out
You're about to waste my time, shut the fuck up and get down on your knees
I'm on my feet, put my cock up in your mouth, 'cause it's fuck what you say
When I talk back it's going south, 'cause I'm back now and you're wack now
I take more hits than Pacquiao
I don't eat shit, I'm fastin' now, just like that time you sat me down
Got out my life I'm happy now, look at you I'm laughin' now
Look at me you dazing out
Wonderin' why? Just ask me how, how I'm a dick
I'm makin' you sick, I get so ill on the mic when I spit
How did I get with a new chick? 'Cause she in love with the new Chris
I got with a model, you got with a hag, I'm takin' her out ' cause I'm chasin' the bag
I'm so appalled that you think I'm the worst
Your baby momma got talent for words, and I

[hook]
Just went to the mall! (You know the fuckin' vibes)
Just bought out the store! (Get with the fuckin' times)
I just made some more! (Flex that cash money, man)
Trap, 'cause I sling some dope! (Fuck a snitching bitch)
Just went to the mall! (You know the fuckin' vibes)
Just bought out the store! (Get with the fuckin' times)
I just made some more! (Flex that cash money, man)
Trap, 'cause I sling some dope! (Fuck a snitching bitch)