Henri B. Styles - Talk Yo Sh!t Lyrics

Yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo, yo yo, yo
Yo, yo-yo
Don't tell me what to do or how to move
Nine times out of ten, I'm better than you
(Uh)
We say less, we don't even have to stress shit
I rather flex
Henri's the best
My nigga what's next
Ready to kill like a genocide
My words hit, click clack
We won't let it slide, better hide
Foot on they necks, I ain't letting up
I came to take what's mine, I'm just setting up
I got a couple lame niggas that I really hate
The ones who know that I'm really great
But decide to hate
The ones who want to stay for the perk
I was bound to find out, you see how God works
I'm the chosen one
(One)
Like the chosen son
(Son)
I'm so great, tried golf
Got a hole in one
(One)
(Ha)
I got a hole in one
I'm so great, tried golf
Got a hole in one
I don't got time for the yes men
(No)
I don't got time for the stressing
(No)
I'm on the grind no resting
(Oh)
To be this young and gifted
Is a blessing
(Oh)
I don't got time for the yes men
(No)
I don't got time for the stressing
(No)
I'm on the grind no resting
(Oh)
To be this young and gifted
Is a blessing
Talk your shit
Talk your shit
Ima talk my shit
It's true
Talk your shit
Talk your shit
Ima talk my shit
It's true
Na, na, na
Na, na, na
Na, na, na
It's true
Oh it's true
(Better than you)
Better than you
It's true
Better than you