Talk That Shit Video (MV)

F*ck the world like I f*ck this beat
Gas me up with some mustard be
Up here looking for something sweet
So I milk the game like some custard, see
Hold up, dude, I know you don't make movies too
Bitch yes I do, "What can't he do"
The less you knew, can cook to gimme the pesto boo
Gunning shit I'm the best of two
Eating some of that Mexi-food that my grand mama make
At the bottom of lakes and I wear this mask to cover my face
Crystal, Mystical, I got a pistol, money on deck now I got a fist full
Looking at your pitiful pitfalls, playing the game like jigsaw

Talk that shit, I talk that shit, I talk that shit, like aye
Why you trip, like why you trip, like why you trip, like aye
Mother f*cker I be getting paid
Clean goat bitch I'm Billy Mays
Talk that shit, I talk that shit, I talk that shit, this beat I slay

Finger to the air, it's the middle
Little known fact that I fiddle a little with mics
Em was taken so they call me the skittle
I'm spitting these riddles on sight, bitch
Look at your top ten, shit
I'm the only name on the list, bitch
Bringing the energy with me
Even my enemies miss this
Give them an enema, they don't got stamina
F*cking their bitch like tisk, tisk
And then I send them off, hoping they're men evolve
They'll just f*ck with my business
Looking around for the witness
Before I murder you dipshits
Walking dead with my wrist slit
Depression acting like I missed it

Talk that shit, I talk that shit, I talk that shit, like aye
Why you trip, like why you trip, like why you trip, like aye
Mother f*cker I be getting paid
Clean goat bitch I'm Billy Mays
Talk that shit, I talk that shit, I talk that shit, this beat I slay

Running this shit like a relay race, about to be on sway, it's a piece of cake
About to meet the greats, oh wait, that's me. No latency you're making me
Want it right now and the game needs me
Funny like how these lame mc's
Wanting to pout instead of making heat
So bitch sit down and take a seat
Got a magazine, I ain't talking the people
I'm talking a clip and I'll make your ass see through
Got a lot of tales so they call me a bijuu
Rip through shit and your whip getting keyed too
Talk that shit, I talk that shit, I talk that shit like, syke
Don't step to me, don't mess with me
That's a recipe for you to rest in piece
I plant my seed in your bitches buns and call that shit some sesame, like ugh... aye
Kill a mother f*cker with the lyrics, my spirit
Do it all day when they hear it they fear it
I skrt skrt skrt skrt (skrt skrt skrt skrt)
Mile high up I don't veer it I steer it
With my luck I might just suck at making the music
But that's just amusing the bass I use it
I dream in lucid, so your face got bruises and you taste my juices
F*ck it, her legs spread faster than them rumors
Luckily I got just what she want and that's a sense of humor, ugh

Talk that shit, I talk that shit, I talk that shit, like aye
Why you trip, like why you trip, like why you trip, like aye
Mother f*cker I be getting paid
Clean goat bitch I'm Billy Mays
Talk that shit, I talk that shit, I talk that shit, this beat I slay