Truce - Stalkin Lyrics

I don't like to talk unless we talking bread
He talking 'bout my gang he a dead man walking, walking dead
If I call up lil Greg, he gon' slide down like a f*cking sled
Big ass rock in my ear, I couldn't even hear what you f*cking said
Call my dog he chalking
Big ass choppa, turn you to Steve Hawkins
Like some dreads I'm locked in
Got some bread and now these hoes they flocking
Fake ass niggas flauging, ROP we mobbing
Cut the snakes I'm cropping
Hoe mad that she stalking me, me, me

Me, me, me
Came in with lil bbb, you toting bbb's
Slide with hammers like King Dedede, dedede
On his head just like some beady beads, beady beads
Your bitch give me head like DDT, yeah yeah DDT
Your bitch she hippity hop on the d
Brand new whip, don't got no keys
Puffing on za, niggas smoking on reef
Yeah, chop make him run like Tyreek
Yeah, your music ass yeah it stink
Uh, putting on for my team
Yeah, bad hoe like to swipe visas
Paint her face like, damn
Paint her face, Mona Lisa
I don't want her you can keep her
Yeah, with my dog just like Kiba
Yeah, boutta blow like a creeper
Bad bitch give me brain like a teacher
Yeah, we gon' put him on a t-shirt
Pull out that glock, nigga nice to meet ya
Damn, neck cold like a freezer
So I got to carry my heater
Yeah, hoe acting like I need her
Bitch, you just my favorite eater
Damn, in the field like, f*ck
In the field Derek Jeter
Damn, counting chips no pita
Ride with that griffin nigga no Peter

I don't like to talk unless we talking bread
He talking 'bout my gang he a dead man walking, walking dead
If I call up lil Greg, he gon' slide down like a f*cking sled
Big ass rock in my ear, I couldn't even hear what you f*cking said
Call my dog he chalking
Big ass choppa, turn you to Steve Hawkins
Like some dreads I'm locked in
Got some bread and now these hoes they flocking
Fake ass niggas flauging, ROP we mobbing
Cut the snakes I'm cropping
Hoe mad that she stalking me, me, me