Margramz - Shit Talking 3 Lyrics

I'm moving pounds in this bitch, but I ain't losing weight
A nigga looking crazy in this bitch, he might lose his face
Took my bitch to the mall, what you want, I got blues to waste
Grab what the f*ck you want, bitch, I got strips to spend

You want a case of red? Let me call my nigga out in Michigan
No, Yatchy, I'ma float on this bitch like a little boat
And, bro, you wanna stretch it, all you need is a little soap
And a little, little bit of soda

I just dropped an eight in this little-ass soda
I be throwed as hell, sometimes I don't think I could drive myself
I be high as hell, so far away, I can't find myself
I'm nodding off vision blurry, nigga, I can't time to tell

Damn, I mean, tell the time
A nigga wouldnt front your ass, shit, you couldn't sell a dime
So I ain't doing nothing, you can't hold shit
I'm walking with a stick on my hip like an old bitch

I roll up back-to-back, but I don't give a f*ck
I swear to God I do, I like the Za taste
Bitch want me come over, I said, no, we at my place
Don't get no chicken wings from here, brody, this my fry place

High then a bitch, out here doing 50 on the highway
My bitch told me to speed up, cause the speed limit's 75
Want some Za? I ain't moving unless you spin like 75
Got a head in a nursing home, smoke Za, she like 75

My head love me, gave me a hunnid, he say, keep the extra
I want, I want a self-driving Benz, you can keep the Tesla
I play my cards right, nigga, like I'm playing poker
I'm at the doctor's office lying, like Doc, I ain't no smoker

In my head like I know this nigga smell that shit
A nigga got a $50 zap, he couldn't sell that shit
Cheap ass nigga made me do it, I wasn't gonna tell that shit
You gotta pick these up, brody, you know I can't mail that shit

I can't mail these off cause the risk too high
I know you ain't cooking it right, brody, cause yo wrist too high
You gotta lower your wrist and go a little faster
Brody in this bitch wheezing, he ain't even got asthma

My bitch ass fat, she don't need to get no BBL
I been taking road trips, I don't need no damn CDL
I bust your ass down, I don't need no damn CCW
I ain't wrestling with no nigga, I don't f*ck with the EEW

F*ck, I mean the WWE, yo, stupid ass
Do it look like my name Randy Orton
F*ck naw, nigga, I'm more like a John Wick
I love when John call my phone, that mean John's sick

Make my bitch drive when I'm throwed, I don't wanna crash my shit
Don't pass me the blunt cause I ain't finna pass my shit
Why the f*ck is you reaching, brody, I'm just finna ash my shit
I get bored, go to Cash App like, hmm, what I'm finna cash my bitch

Then we go shopping, what you want, Gucci or the Prada
F*ck it, get them both, what you want, the Louis or the Dada
She want some Coach shit too, I say first Ferragamo
Dumping out a striker, I'ma shoot this bitch like a jet

You ever shot a 12-gauge, it'll rip through a vest
My bitch call me a dog, but I ain't the type to play no fetch
Ain't gon' lie, my baby, I can't chase you, but I'll chase you
I let my bitch sip my soda, she like, bae, why I taste funny

I'm sipping lean in this bitch, I got red in here
I ain't playing with no nigga, I'll leave a nigga dead in here
I'll beat a nigga ass, too leave his ass like Red in here
You niggas can't f*ck with me, not even on a bad day

Cheap ass nigga couldn't f*ck with me on a off day
Craig ass nigga, he done got fired on a off day
My lil' cousin see my roll, he like, damn, how you make that
Hype said he want a Budweiser, so I brought his ass an 8-pack

Three, three steps ahead of you niggas like I'm playing chess
Rookie ass nigga can't move, I'm moving like a vet
Bitch call me a dog again, I told her, take me to the vet
When you ride, don't let him get behind you, gotta shake they ass

My hotline bling, when I'm ridin', I'll drac yo' ass
Ain't no certified lover boy, but Drake in this bitch
I gotta keep my grass cut, make sure no snakes in this bitch
Om my baby, Margramz, Shit Talkin Part 3, bitch