Drew Verdé - What They Talkin Bout (feat. NASAAN) Lyrics

Off of the bullshit
These people be wastin' they time
I done seen it enough
They claimin' they down
But aint keepin it up
Gotta click I won't leave in the dust
I just need 'em to trust
I can see an adjust I can't be in rush They proceedin' with actions
Seemin' as sus
They gon' begin to bust
No Diddy
People corrupt in a circle
I'm dumpin' the purple
Them people that don't get me
All think I'll change up
Like I'm Urkle
I'm up an workin
I ain't nothin' perfect
Means I'm somethin' perfect
F*ck a Birkin exes lurkin'
Ain't the smartest but I'm learnin'
Y'all above the surface
Dawgie jump determined
Already was alerted
Already was concernin'
Even back when starvin'
Already was deserted
Tryna figure out done
How ta plot a murder
How to cop a burner
Never sorry for they sorry asses
I was certain opps were nervous
I was toppin verses
Droppin' diamonds
Dime a dozen rappers mad
Cause I was in my bag
And they was in they bag too autopsied preservin' down bad who? finna see who outlast who
Ain't no way they outlast us everything at stake
Like that Outback food
And we servin' entrees
To the ones that run they mouth that's you (that chew)
Oh yeah me and my boy Nasaan collaborated real niggas
No facade
Progression bring show time
Till then we gon' show in time
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What they talkin' bout
Slow down talking all that bullshit
This .FourFive got a full clip
Turn Four to Five niggas corpses
No ford bitch
That's poor shit
Ride porches
Lotta horses
Niggas biting stealing & forging
I birth niggas
And abort shit
Gotta whore bitch
She gorgeous
Want more dick
Can't record this
Like damn baby
You know who I am baby
Riding round with 3k's not Andre
Or the klan baby
My mind on these M & M & Ms like I wrote Stan baby
Chain dance like my jam baby
My .FourFive that don't jam baby
Nigga playing crazy get hit with this heat like brddd until he tan baby
Glock with a switch its trans baby
I'll fry me a nigga no pan baby
Just saying baby
I taught yo daddy
How to be daddy
You my grand baby
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Broke nigga gossip from his momma couch
I was putting work in at my momma house
I was up all night like waffle house
Now everything big on big on big on big
Like i might walk it out
Been a minute since they sought you out
I'm the one they love want popping out
I'm the nigga they keep on talkin' about
What the f*ck we really talkin' bout
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