BlackAirForces - talk to you Lyrics

Yeah, bitch Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, yeah
F*ckin' that bitch pass her right to my mans I got 200,000 in my pants
I'm rockin' Miharas like these just some Vans I'm in the crib and I'm countin' up bands
Like I got a baddie who givin' me brain, I got a grill and it's from Johnny Dang
And I got me some earrings I got me a chain, Boy run up to me I'll put you in a strain
If you run up on me boy you better not lack, If not, we puttin' you right in a pack
I bought a Bentley this shit is all black, I'm in the mall and I just blew a rack
Yeah, yeah, yeah Bitch, I just blew a band
F*ckin' that bitch I ain't know she a fan, walk through my old hood, they like, olls you the
Man

They like, olls you the goat
I got a baddie who givin' me throat
Feel like my name, Lil Yachty, I get on the
Beat like a boat, niggas know I'ma float
I'm in the back of the truck and I'm clutchin my pole, these niggas know I'm out of hoe
And I f*cked that bitch one time, then I get
In the V, told the bitch I gotta go
Like I'm off a 30 now I'm finna tweak
She gave me brain so I call her a geek
I'm in the V and I heard that lil' f*ck nigga
Music
Turn that shit off, that shit weak

I see the opps and I swear I'm gone dump
I see a bitch and I swear I'ma hump
Bitch, I'm in the back of the Maybach truck Sippin' on lean and I'm clutchin' a pump
If you run we gon' do you like Rick, I'm in the V and I'm clutchin' a stick
I got a baddie who ridin my hold on, hold on, one of my fans on a flick
Like damn, olly made it, he whippin' a lam
All these girls, they know who I am
I just wanna put on for my fam
Like I'm in the V and she took off her bra
I'm in the studio rollin' up za, shawty keep chattin' all I hear is blah
Like blah, blah, blah, bitch, shut up and leave
I'm f*ckin' that bitch and I'm tuggin' her weave
I'm in the studio smokin' on weed Wide body cat, but this ain't need for speed
And I'm getting traction I'll be on your feed
Like I'm in the function, I'm f*ckin' your bitch
She like, I ain't been with a young nigga so rich
Like she got some ass and she got a waist
Like I want that bitch to give me some face
I'm comin' first if this shit was a race
I get so fried that I'm floatin' in space
I get my lawyer, I'm beatin' the case
Yeah, bitch, I'm beatin' the case
Got a brand new Benz, that shit came in red
I see a opp and I'm leavin' him dead
F*ckboy sitchin', that nigga a fed
I got her sister, she givin' me head
I'm at the crib, I'ma chill in my pool
I got the bag, I don't need school
That nigga dissin', he really a fool
He got a chain, now he thinkin' he cool
Feel like I'm Meezy, I'm murderin' beats
Runnin' this shit and I do not need cleats
A band for the jeans and a band for the feets
A band for the feets, yeah

Shoutout my nigga Meezy, shoutout my nigga Big Brutal
Shoutout Tj ($T4R), all them niggas, man You know that shit, word