All my slatts got poles, and they stack they rackies up
Last nigga that talking shit we made sure he got zoed
I step out in fashion it attract the slatty hoes
Nigga ain't on shit boy put them f*cking guns up
Baby she know I got bands she peeping these diamonds and shit on my hand
Huh, rapping this shit on the beat, I swear that these niggas think I sound like sans
Boy talk up, talk up, speak up like you got some bands
Talk down, talk down, you know melo got a plan
Huh, whatchu gon' do I don't know, whatchu gon' do I don't know
Whatchu gon' do I don't know, I swear that he not on shit
Bitch I'm finna jump in the pit, you know that melo moshing
Bitch tryna gatekeep my songs, she say that"melo my shit"
Huh, wassup wassup bitch
I got a pole, and blis got a stick
Crank out an EP with tae, you watching us, wish you could do it like this
Go to the airport I'm rich
I'm fly as f*ck, I got a bag on my hip
All of my sons on the sidelines thinking like"damn I wish that I could be him"
Huh, you can't do this shit like me
This hoe need to get off my line
Got a lil hoe that I dumped, and a fat bitch with no trunk
Watching me blow these f*cking racks up
I'm finna blow yo f*cking gang up
Kayto gon' send me the beat, and we make a f*cking banger
All my slatts got poles and they stack they rackies up
Last nigga that talking shit we made sure he got zoed
I step out in fashion it attract the slatty hoes
Nigga ain't on shit boy put them f*cking guns up
Baby she know I got bands she peeping these diamonds and shit on my hand
Huh, rapping this shit on the beat I swear that these niggas think I sound like sans
Boy talk up, talk up, speak up like you got some bands
Talk down, talk down, you know melo got a plan
AKmelo7 - talk up Lyrics
AKmelo7 - talk up Lyrics
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All my slatts got poles, and they stack they rackies up
Last nigga that talking shit we made sure he got zoed
I step out in fashion it attract the slatty hoes
Nigga ain't on shit boy put them f*cking guns up
Baby she know I got bands she peeping these diamonds and shit on my hand
Huh, rapping this shit on the beat, I swear that these niggas think I sound like sans
Boy talk up, talk up, speak up like you got some bands
Talk down, talk down, you know melo got a plan
Huh, whatchu gon' do I don't know, whatchu gon' do I don't know
Whatchu gon' do I don't know, I swear that he not on shit
Bitch I'm finna jump in the pit, you know that melo moshing
Bitch tryna gatekeep my songs, she say that"melo my shit"
Huh, wassup wassup bitch
I got a pole, and blis got a stick
Crank out an EP with tae, you watching us, wish you could do it like this
Go to the airport I'm rich
I'm fly as f*ck, I got a bag on my hip
All of my sons on the sidelines thinking like"damn I wish that I could be him"
Huh, you can't do this shit like me
This hoe need to get off my line
Got a lil hoe that I dumped, and a fat bitch with no trunk
Watching me blow these f*cking racks up
I'm finna blow yo f*cking gang up
Kayto gon' send me the beat, and we make a f*cking banger
All my slatts got poles and they stack they rackies up
Last nigga that talking shit we made sure he got zoed
I step out in fashion it attract the slatty hoes
Nigga ain't on shit boy put them f*cking guns up
Baby she know I got bands she peeping these diamonds and shit on my hand
Huh, rapping this shit on the beat I swear that these niggas think I sound like sans
Boy talk up, talk up, speak up like you got some bands
Talk down, talk down, you know melo got a plan
Last nigga that talking shit we made sure he got zoed
I step out in fashion it attract the slatty hoes
Nigga ain't on shit boy put them f*cking guns up
Baby she know I got bands she peeping these diamonds and shit on my hand
Huh, rapping this shit on the beat, I swear that these niggas think I sound like sans
Boy talk up, talk up, speak up like you got some bands
Talk down, talk down, you know melo got a plan
Huh, whatchu gon' do I don't know, whatchu gon' do I don't know
Whatchu gon' do I don't know, I swear that he not on shit
Bitch I'm finna jump in the pit, you know that melo moshing
Bitch tryna gatekeep my songs, she say that"melo my shit"
Huh, wassup wassup bitch
I got a pole, and blis got a stick
Crank out an EP with tae, you watching us, wish you could do it like this
Go to the airport I'm rich
I'm fly as f*ck, I got a bag on my hip
All of my sons on the sidelines thinking like"damn I wish that I could be him"
Huh, you can't do this shit like me
This hoe need to get off my line
Got a lil hoe that I dumped, and a fat bitch with no trunk
Watching me blow these f*cking racks up
I'm finna blow yo f*cking gang up
Kayto gon' send me the beat, and we make a f*cking banger
All my slatts got poles and they stack they rackies up
Last nigga that talking shit we made sure he got zoed
I step out in fashion it attract the slatty hoes
Nigga ain't on shit boy put them f*cking guns up
Baby she know I got bands she peeping these diamonds and shit on my hand
Huh, rapping this shit on the beat I swear that these niggas think I sound like sans
Boy talk up, talk up, speak up like you got some bands
Talk down, talk down, you know melo got a plan
Writer: Frankie Hilliard
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