TALKIN SHIT Video (MV)

Asthma attacking
Spitting magic
Go Go Gadget on my wrist
They call me the Jack of All Trades cause I got all types of tricks
Who is this
Calling on my phone complaining bout a bitch
Prolly hit that hoe one time and never hit her ass again
In the Volvo riding solo
I stay dolo on my own doe
Oh so icy cold like froyo
You wouldn't know doe
Cause I'm low low
F*ck with no one but my bro bros
Making USD and Pesos
Trust no ho hos
Count bank roll rolls
Roll a joint and smoke some dope
UH
UH
UH
Woke up on a Sunday feeling good, aye
Wonder what the f*ck I'm finna do today
A perfect day to hustle and run up this cake
Running up these hundreds like I'm in a race
L slid on the plug all twenties, UH
Reup then Im right back on the money, UH
Stacking, stacking, stacking, going dummy, UH
All these blues brand new this ain't old money, UH
Roll another 3.5 of Biscotti up
Facing it don't wanna pass it to nobody, UH
Niggas thinking that they IT so I just call em clowns
These niggas fanned out, they bitches for these bitches now
Im 4L and you for the moment
Show me my opponent
Guaranteed he ain't gone want it
Pressure on him you know he gone blow it
Couldn't be me I ain't gone smoke it
If I want it I'm gone show it
T A K E
Ain't no hesitation
Guess Im dying for it
Pops think Im rebel I just think this shit worth fighting for
Whenever I hop on this mic its passion when I press record
3AM I'm puttin in work and what you doing in the bed snoring
Now they done woke him up
They done gassed him up
BOA YOU STILL GOOFY BITCH I GOT EM MAD AF
Please toughen up
They love to make them threats but we all know it's bluff
This one for them real niggas that sliding when they know it's up
Never been in too much action but when I was I ain't never run
Making niggas sick they stomach hurting get his ass some Tums
Circle getting smaller I'm getting tired of being around these bums
Pressure in my lungs smoking all the goofies in this blunt
With some nugs of Runtz exotic pack no you can't this son
Nah you can't hit this son