Let Me Talk My Shit Part 3

Ooh, shit (Lucci, how you feel, nigga?)
Ayy, Lucci, this shit crazy right here
(Lucci, how you feel?) ooh-wee (Ayy, ayy)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy grrt, huh?

Last nigga played, he laid, we stretched him
(Stretched his ass)
Pull up with them choppers, Odell Beckham
We gon' catch him (Catch his ass)
Blowin' like a whistle with this pistol
We gon' ref him (Bah, come here)
Ayy pull up with them switches
Hop out trippin' like we on somethin'
(Flat)
I don't give a fuck 'bout who your nigga
I'm tryna poke somethin' (I'm tryna fuck)
And we got them glitches tucked
You know them bitches on us switch gang
We the reason the morgue had to fix him up
(Switches)
Nah, we the reason they grieving and them
Boys over there sick as fuck
(They sick as fuck) they hate Sleaze
The reason why 'cause they
Bitch wanna fuck me (Nasty)
Might let her fuck me
Only want head, so if we fuck, she lucky
(She lucky) i don't really be fuckin' hoes
Shit, I'm scared to touch you hoes
(Nasty bitch)
Huh, I'm scared to touch 'em (Facts)
Hoes be tryna lay up, so when I'm done
I be havin' to rush 'em (I gotta go)
And this lil' bitch an eater, I'm
Like watch out, watch out, watch out
(Watch out, watch out)
Don't bring no opps up in this bitch
You gon' see Glocks out
(They gon' see glizzies)

Man, I been cutting up on this bitch, man
I don't even think I wanna
Keep goin' on this bitch (Ooh-wee)
Ayy, 2 Eyes
(Ayy, man, keep fuckin' them boys up)
Fuck that, we finna go back in come on

Feelin' like Dugg in my city
I'm the youngest turnt (42 Dugg)
Y'all need to cut that bullshit off
Because them boys burnt out
(Turn that shit off)
Come here, freaky bitch
Come put this Glock in your mouth
(Come put this Glock in your mouth)
Tell your nigga don't come to me
I'ma end up sockin' him out
(Put his ass to sleep)
Yeah, put his ass to bed
Face cute, her ass fat
She look like Karlie Redd (Shit)
Huh, I mean Cardi B
What lil' nigga goin' hard as me?
(What lil' nigga goin' hard as me?) nobody
We be with Black youngsters like we Yo Gotti
(CMG) feelin' like Gucci (Gucci)
Take somethin' from me and I'ma
Do his ass like Pookie (Put him up)
Watch your hands
Don't touch shit that don't belong to you
(Bitch) i'll smoke your ass
Then hit the booth and make a song to you
(Rap about it)

I might fuck around and just hit the
Booth and make a song about you
You know we be on that bullshit
Ayy, this that
"Let Me Talk My Shit Part 3"
You know I had to talk my shit, grrt