Shh No talking
Yeah
Shh No talking
That's that
This that three-six-10 shit
The cops be patrolling, but yet I'm still smoking,We crashing the board
And we switching routes
When I'm in the game, bring the smoke to my section
And no we ain't calling no time outs
Tell the ref bring the stretcher
I'm hoping he fess up
I don't f*ck with niggas that run they mouth
When they talk about status I hope you keep quiet
I'm all that them bitches be speaking bout
Late night got my dick stuck off In her mouth
He be calling and texting and asking her questions
Ion know what the f*ck nigga worried bout
I'ma send her straight back to yo mama house
Pull Up spin his block ain't nobody out
That's the reason he pumpin that pressure out
Stuck on twitter and making up stories nah
Like he slid on my block and I'm hiding out
That's the reason yo species Is dying Out
We ain't believing them stories you cap about
It's a real nigga party
So let's get It started
Short sleeves In the winter
You know I'm cold hearted
Sort of psychotic
I'm going
Play with my scrilla
Be dearly departed
Only that real shit a nigga acknowledge
Still Push A button to stop it and start it
I'm Doing The limit while chiefin' on Marley I'm still Bending Corners
I do this shit often
Put a four In My cup with A mojo Like Austin
Bad bitch on my line, head straight to the lobby
You know we ain't doing no talkin
No talkin
No talking
No
I'ma get straight to it, no break needed
Bring food to the table, or you ain't eatin
I'ma slide with the fam and we million dollar schemin
Just try and make sure the whole damn world need me
If you don't believe me, you can leave
Used to pullin' all these cards out my sleeve
Used to pullin' rabbits all out my hat
Up in the clouds, I'm puffin' on trees, get it?
Nigga in the mirror, my biggest critic
Thing about life, I really live it
Niggas out here think they really winnin
Think they in the game, but it's really scrimmage
Ball on a nigga, take it all from a nigga
They way too comfortable, I need envelopes
Back and forth to the bank with deposit notes
Money don't sleep, see mine is woke
Drip so hard, I'm kinda soaked
Won't step on a nigga unless I'm provoked
Now I'm takin' all bets, nigga, high or low
High or low If I can hit it once, then it's mine fasho
After I'm done, make her, find the door
I don't do no talkin, I'm a mime to hos
No talkin
No shhh
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English
Shh No talking
Yeah
Shh No talking
That's that
This that three-six-10 shit
The cops be patrolling, but yet I'm still smoking,We crashing the board
And we switching routes
When I'm in the game, bring the smoke to my section
And no we ain't calling no time outs
Tell the ref bring the stretcher
I'm hoping he fess up
I don't f*ck with niggas that run they mouth
When they talk about status I hope you keep quiet
I'm all that them bitches be speaking bout
Late night got my dick stuck off In her mouth
He be calling and texting and asking her questions
Ion know what the f*ck nigga worried bout
I'ma send her straight back to yo mama house
Pull Up spin his block ain't nobody out
That's the reason he pumpin that pressure out
Stuck on twitter and making up stories nah
Like he slid on my block and I'm hiding out
That's the reason yo species Is dying Out
We ain't believing them stories you cap about
It's a real nigga party
So let's get It started
Short sleeves In the winter
You know I'm cold hearted
Sort of psychotic
I'm going
Play with my scrilla
Be dearly departed
Only that real shit a nigga acknowledge
Still Push A button to stop it and start it
I'm Doing The limit while chiefin' on Marley I'm still Bending Corners
I do this shit often
Put a four In My cup with A mojo Like Austin
Bad bitch on my line, head straight to the lobby
You know we ain't doing no talkin
No talkin
No talking
No
I'ma get straight to it, no break needed
Bring food to the table, or you ain't eatin
I'ma slide with the fam and we million dollar schemin
Just try and make sure the whole damn world need me
If you don't believe me, you can leave
Used to pullin' all these cards out my sleeve
Used to pullin' rabbits all out my hat
Up in the clouds, I'm puffin' on trees, get it?
Nigga in the mirror, my biggest critic
Thing about life, I really live it
Niggas out here think they really winnin
Think they in the game, but it's really scrimmage
Ball on a nigga, take it all from a nigga
They way too comfortable, I need envelopes
Back and forth to the bank with deposit notes
Money don't sleep, see mine is woke
Drip so hard, I'm kinda soaked
Won't step on a nigga unless I'm provoked
Now I'm takin' all bets, nigga, high or low
High or low If I can hit it once, then it's mine fasho
After I'm done, make her, find the door
I don't do no talkin, I'm a mime to hos
No talkin
No shhh
Yeah
Shh No talking
That's that
This that three-six-10 shit
The cops be patrolling, but yet I'm still smoking,We crashing the board
And we switching routes
When I'm in the game, bring the smoke to my section
And no we ain't calling no time outs
Tell the ref bring the stretcher
I'm hoping he fess up
I don't f*ck with niggas that run they mouth
When they talk about status I hope you keep quiet
I'm all that them bitches be speaking bout
Late night got my dick stuck off In her mouth
He be calling and texting and asking her questions
Ion know what the f*ck nigga worried bout
I'ma send her straight back to yo mama house
Pull Up spin his block ain't nobody out
That's the reason he pumpin that pressure out
Stuck on twitter and making up stories nah
Like he slid on my block and I'm hiding out
That's the reason yo species Is dying Out
We ain't believing them stories you cap about
It's a real nigga party
So let's get It started
Short sleeves In the winter
You know I'm cold hearted
Sort of psychotic
I'm going
Play with my scrilla
Be dearly departed
Only that real shit a nigga acknowledge
Still Push A button to stop it and start it
I'm Doing The limit while chiefin' on Marley I'm still Bending Corners
I do this shit often
Put a four In My cup with A mojo Like Austin
Bad bitch on my line, head straight to the lobby
You know we ain't doing no talkin
No talkin
No talking
No
I'ma get straight to it, no break needed
Bring food to the table, or you ain't eatin
I'ma slide with the fam and we million dollar schemin
Just try and make sure the whole damn world need me
If you don't believe me, you can leave
Used to pullin' all these cards out my sleeve
Used to pullin' rabbits all out my hat
Up in the clouds, I'm puffin' on trees, get it?
Nigga in the mirror, my biggest critic
Thing about life, I really live it
Niggas out here think they really winnin
Think they in the game, but it's really scrimmage
Ball on a nigga, take it all from a nigga
They way too comfortable, I need envelopes
Back and forth to the bank with deposit notes
Money don't sleep, see mine is woke
Drip so hard, I'm kinda soaked
Won't step on a nigga unless I'm provoked
Now I'm takin' all bets, nigga, high or low
High or low If I can hit it once, then it's mine fasho
After I'm done, make her, find the door
I don't do no talkin, I'm a mime to hos
No talkin
No shhh
Writer: Johnathan Bemley, Jon Ransom
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid