Talk Backk Video (MV)

Boy don't come at me and talk back
This 12 gauge on me make you fall back
I'm Smoking too much need my lungs back
We Taking his bread get ya funds back
Wasted too much time need my love back
Face it your homie gone he can't come back
Places I used to roam I can't go back
Name em I go ahead get his soul snatched
Taking they souls like ermac roll this shit up in a blunt and go burn that
Take off my head got to earn that leave em deceased thought he would confirm that
If you haven't heard now you know that my pole it come wit a stripper who work that
I watch from a far observe that you got to listen for real you might learn that
2K's a goat and I know that for real
Smoke on the gas no I don't pop no pills
Run in his spot take the gas make a sale
Ship overstate it's gon come in the mail
Yea she a eight but u peeping the tail
I got a stick wit a long ass rail
Can't catch me living life a jail
Cus if they pull up boy u know imma bail
Claiming that you having all of this cash but why ain't your own homie posted they bail
I got a bitch wit a whole lotta ass she know how to do it I don't got to tell
Walk in the crib and get hit wit the gas I ain't even spark but u still got the smell
Feel like a wizard when I smoking thrax I roll up this blunt get it hit wit a spell
Roll up this blunt get hit wit a spell
Talk back talk back never end well
Roll up this blunt get hit wit a spell
Talk back talk back never end well
When I walk inside of the club my pockets too heavy they really got weight
Just got a bag for a show you know I took flight to a whole different state
Cloak on me in a shootout throwing a smoke bomb greatest escape
Slide wit a staff for the loot now no I ain't leaving no food on ya plate
No I don't ever leave room for the crumbs
Just took a Cna down in her scrubs
I leave my Dna all on her buns
Boxing the beat and I'm f*cking it up
Might go ahead drop a bag on a daycare I need a place I can put all my sons
Chaos around me told people to take care can't surround me and the gang with some bums
Boy don't come at me and talk back
This 12 gauge on me make you fall back
I'm Smoking too much need my lungs back
We Taking his bread get ya funds back
Wasted too much time need my love back
Face it your homie gone he can't come back
Places I used to roam I can't go back
Name em I go ahead get his soul snatched
Roll up this blunt get hit wit a spell
Talk back talk back never end well
Roll up this blunt get hit wit a spell
Talk back talk back never end well