Arul & Fozy - TALKNBOUT (feat. J Wong) Lyrics

I just be countin' these bands
What the f*ck is you talkin' bout
I put that hit on your mans
What the f*ck is you talkin' bout
I just be rockin Hermes
What the f*ck is you talkin' bout
I just be sippin' this red
What the f*ck is you talkin' bout
If it ain't me what you talkin' bout?
What the f*ck is you talkin' bout
I swear these hoes be too nasty
I put it all in her f*ckin' mouth
And my voice gettin' raspy
Been sippin' the lean and smokin' loud
Look how I slide on a trap beat
I swear I'm the best in the underground
And I just be talkin' my shit like, how the f*ck you gon' tell me what the f*ck to do
And I just be icin' my wrist like I sprained that bitch when I was f*ckin ur boo
I'm sippin' the red and downin' the bottle
Seeing your ex, she bad like a model
Poppin the X she ridin' the throttle
Who gon' be next? We gon' see tomorrow
I just be countin' these bands
What the f*ck is you talkin' bout
I put that hit on your mans
What the f*ck is you talkin' bout
I just be rockin Hermes
What the f*ck is you talkin' bout
I just be sippin' this red
What the f*ck is you talkin' bout
I'm with Jay Wong in this bitch
I cannot leave with no stick
Disappear on these hoes like a trick
All of this hate, it's makin' me sick
I put her in doggy that ho wanna bark
I only do valet, I never do park
Got so much iron, I feel like I'm Stark
My life like Sopranos, dont f*ck with no narc
I'm smokin' this gas like Texaco
Pull up on a bitch, ion text a hoe
My bars on point like a metronome
I'm switchin' the vibe like Lexapro
My pics are too crazy, callin' me Disney
Gettin a bag if you ridin' with me
Feel like im Floyd man, they cannot hit me
I want it now, man, not when I'm 60
I just be countin' these bands
What the f*ck is you talkin' bout
I put that hit on your mans
What the f*ck is you talkin' bout
I just be rockin Hermes
What the f*ck is you talkin' bout
I just be sippin' this red
What the f*ck is you talkin' bout
Double cup, double cup Sippin' that red, I'm blushing up
F*ck it up, f*ck it up, bad lil' bitch wan' suck it up
Sayin' these hoes is nasty, I put her right in the backseat
Hungry like she started fasting, I drop her off like a taxi
Big body built like the Michelin man
Got a new bitch and she know how to dance
Keep on workin', just using your hands
Keep on workin', just using your hands
Using your hands, shakin' that ass
BBL, you know that I smashed
Got a new ho, she back at home
She watchin' the shows, you know that she bad
Packin' that bitch, packin' that bitch
Packin' that bitch like a stadium
Draco kick back, f*cked my shoulder
This big shit ain't even made for him
Packin' that bitch, packin' that bitch
Packin' that bitch, a hunnid K
If that double cup filled with lean and red then that means I would love to stay