Under pressure, I'm gon' shine Under pressure, you gon' whine
Damn badass, real phat Let me hit it, then rewind
They was talkin' out they ass And then they ask, I left behind
I'ma take my share and more Cause lil' bitch, that shit is mine
She said she love a player Then you gotta get in line
While you broke, his time is money And them bitches waste your time
I don't f*ck with you, lil' boy You lil' nigga in my slime
He talkin' 20, 50, hundreds All they know is nickel dimes
Cute lil' bitch, always askin' Nigga, what's your f*ckin' sign
I ain't need no f*ckin' handouts I'ma get it in this mind clip
So f*ckin' long, look like an In-N-Out line Shit, I used to skate, bitch
But I ain't get knocked up off my ground I'm in first place, you in last
When we hit the finish line Shit, I probably got that shit
Just go ahead and hit my line Heard them niggas outside
So it's time to go and slide Police askin' questions, bitch
P.O.P., I'm legally blind Niggas say they touch the game
Then them niggas capped out Take him on the licky switch
He probably f*ckin' pass out Heard that nigga duckin' phase, yeah
What's that bout? Yeah, if you talkin' out
Your lips gon' get your ass packed out Dirty ass weirdos, bitch
Swear them bitches fanned out You can't fit in with the gang
Pussy boy tapped out I know which way he went
It's my shit, it's mapped out I know which way he went
It's my shit, it's mapped out Haven't been the same
Since I popped the perk a year ago Popped the chopper out
And then I'm killin' all you silly hoes Ghostmane said it best
Give a f*ck about you goofy hoes F*ckin' on your thot
And when I did, she felt it in her toes Damn, it ain't nothin' like the payroll
Cash me out a check And then I'm grabbin' me a bankroll
Slap a nigga down I just made off with some new clothes
Popped me a Xan and then I get up with some foreign hoes
Pop a bottle of that Henny, bitch, we goin' hard
Smokin' on this blunt Got me feelin' like a retard
Junior in high school but the check finna B-Large
Got a Draco in the trunk, bitch, you know I'm at large
Skats finna have two turbos when I whip it Get your niggas out the way
Cause we don't stop for children Police get behind me
I'ma really have to ditch him, I'ma smoke a wood
Get me higher than a pigeon, he could have a drum
I got a switch and it has a laser I'ma empty out the mat
Bullets leave him holy I was all in favor
Ayy, I was all in favor
Wp drako - Dog Talk (feat. A2Sleaze) Lyrics
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Under pressure, I'm gon' shine Under pressure, you gon' whine
Damn badass, real phat Let me hit it, then rewind
They was talkin' out they ass And then they ask, I left behind
I'ma take my share and more Cause lil' bitch, that shit is mine
She said she love a player Then you gotta get in line
While you broke, his time is money And them bitches waste your time
I don't f*ck with you, lil' boy You lil' nigga in my slime
He talkin' 20, 50, hundreds All they know is nickel dimes
Cute lil' bitch, always askin' Nigga, what's your f*ckin' sign
I ain't need no f*ckin' handouts I'ma get it in this mind clip
So f*ckin' long, look like an In-N-Out line Shit, I used to skate, bitch
But I ain't get knocked up off my ground I'm in first place, you in last
When we hit the finish line Shit, I probably got that shit
Just go ahead and hit my line Heard them niggas outside
So it's time to go and slide Police askin' questions, bitch
P.O.P., I'm legally blind Niggas say they touch the game
Then them niggas capped out Take him on the licky switch
He probably f*ckin' pass out Heard that nigga duckin' phase, yeah
What's that bout? Yeah, if you talkin' out
Your lips gon' get your ass packed out Dirty ass weirdos, bitch
Swear them bitches fanned out You can't fit in with the gang
Pussy boy tapped out I know which way he went
It's my shit, it's mapped out I know which way he went
It's my shit, it's mapped out Haven't been the same
Since I popped the perk a year ago Popped the chopper out
And then I'm killin' all you silly hoes Ghostmane said it best
Give a f*ck about you goofy hoes F*ckin' on your thot
And when I did, she felt it in her toes Damn, it ain't nothin' like the payroll
Cash me out a check And then I'm grabbin' me a bankroll
Slap a nigga down I just made off with some new clothes
Popped me a Xan and then I get up with some foreign hoes
Pop a bottle of that Henny, bitch, we goin' hard
Smokin' on this blunt Got me feelin' like a retard
Junior in high school but the check finna B-Large
Got a Draco in the trunk, bitch, you know I'm at large
Skats finna have two turbos when I whip it Get your niggas out the way
Cause we don't stop for children Police get behind me
I'ma really have to ditch him, I'ma smoke a wood
Get me higher than a pigeon, he could have a drum
I got a switch and it has a laser I'ma empty out the mat
Bullets leave him holy I was all in favor
Ayy, I was all in favor
Damn badass, real phat Let me hit it, then rewind
They was talkin' out they ass And then they ask, I left behind
I'ma take my share and more Cause lil' bitch, that shit is mine
She said she love a player Then you gotta get in line
While you broke, his time is money And them bitches waste your time
I don't f*ck with you, lil' boy You lil' nigga in my slime
He talkin' 20, 50, hundreds All they know is nickel dimes
Cute lil' bitch, always askin' Nigga, what's your f*ckin' sign
I ain't need no f*ckin' handouts I'ma get it in this mind clip
So f*ckin' long, look like an In-N-Out line Shit, I used to skate, bitch
But I ain't get knocked up off my ground I'm in first place, you in last
When we hit the finish line Shit, I probably got that shit
Just go ahead and hit my line Heard them niggas outside
So it's time to go and slide Police askin' questions, bitch
P.O.P., I'm legally blind Niggas say they touch the game
Then them niggas capped out Take him on the licky switch
He probably f*ckin' pass out Heard that nigga duckin' phase, yeah
What's that bout? Yeah, if you talkin' out
Your lips gon' get your ass packed out Dirty ass weirdos, bitch
Swear them bitches fanned out You can't fit in with the gang
Pussy boy tapped out I know which way he went
It's my shit, it's mapped out I know which way he went
It's my shit, it's mapped out Haven't been the same
Since I popped the perk a year ago Popped the chopper out
And then I'm killin' all you silly hoes Ghostmane said it best
Give a f*ck about you goofy hoes F*ckin' on your thot
And when I did, she felt it in her toes Damn, it ain't nothin' like the payroll
Cash me out a check And then I'm grabbin' me a bankroll
Slap a nigga down I just made off with some new clothes
Popped me a Xan and then I get up with some foreign hoes
Pop a bottle of that Henny, bitch, we goin' hard
Smokin' on this blunt Got me feelin' like a retard
Junior in high school but the check finna B-Large
Got a Draco in the trunk, bitch, you know I'm at large
Skats finna have two turbos when I whip it Get your niggas out the way
Cause we don't stop for children Police get behind me
I'ma really have to ditch him, I'ma smoke a wood
Get me higher than a pigeon, he could have a drum
I got a switch and it has a laser I'ma empty out the mat
Bullets leave him holy I was all in favor
Ayy, I was all in favor
Writer: Angel Garcia, Sonny Bonaparte
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid