TALKIN MY SHI (feat. Woe Ghosty & Yung Festo) Video (MV)

Kev
Bitches always hatin' but their music be so ass
I ain't tryna f*ckin' argue, take your dumb ass back to class
I don't f*ck with y'all no more, that shit was in the f*ckin' past
Got a brand new Hellcat and I swear this bitch go fast, yeah
I don't really trust no one cause all these bitches fake
I don't f*ck with y'all no more cause I don't f*ck with any snakes, yeah
I don't f*ck with any snakes, dump your body in a lake
And my lyrics out of pocket, I might pull up with a rocket
Nah, I'm just playin' but I thought about it, damn, yeah
How you go from gang to opp? Damn, yeah
How you go from gang to opp? How you go from star to flop?
How you go from bae to bop? How you go from thug to cop?
I'ma hit you with a glock, finna spin your f*ckin' block
I ain't switchin' on the gang, catch em' lackin glock go bang
In the trenches sellin' dope, hang your body with a rope
Bad lil' bitch, she give me top, 14 shots gon' make you drop
And no I ain't playin', I'm just talkin' my shit
Gon' kill your ass and leave your f*ckin' body in a ditch, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Talkin' my shit, I never miss
F*ckin' your hoe, then writin in a diss, ayy
Yeah, talkin' my shit, gon' hit a lick
Write up a diss and f*ckin' your bitch
Ay, yeah, rollin' up the bitch, yeah, for sure
Rollin' up a spliff at the show
Bitches f*ck on me, yeah, you know
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hit you with that, yeah, yeah
Gon' get popped, gon' grab my bro, and my glock
Hide it under my bed, in my sock
I got two bands, you got nothin'
I got two plans, you got nothin'
I got six jobs, you got one
I got bitches, you got nothin'
Talk my shit a little more
We gon' send you to the morgue
Six shots to the brain, left them lookin' poor
Lost my big bro, that shit hurt me to the core
Hurt me in my head, wishin' I was dead
I'll be fine, though, I just gotta take a breath
And ignore all the shit I be thinkin' in my head
It is me Yung Festo
I gotta lot of shit in my head
I wish that it never was said
I wish yo dumbass left me on read
But it's okay, as long as I get ganja in my bloodstream red
But when I start poppin 4 propion at the same you'll be sad
So mom, I will be dead by the time I turn five plus ten
I'm only thirteen, in like three months I turn fourteen, f*ck the dread
Got me a glock in the back, and I'm cocking it back
Cause I need me a gat, not for the attack
I need it for myself, I aim it at my head
I'm too f*cked up inside of my head
So I will shoot where the problem is, I'm too dangerous when I am mad
Now I am dead
Take my soul and send it to the river end, god damn
We come from neptune, we like to smoke, and we like getting high
If I pull up with the ARP, you gonna die tonight
I am cappin', I am Yung Festo, I'm thirteen, and I'm white