Nigga, I'm goin' AWOL
Put my balls inside of her socket like it's 8-Ball
Knock the pussy out, it was as if I had precog
Figuring out her G-spots like a f*ckin' jigsaw
Huh nigga, yeah, you know it's Yae
Contemplating over which bitch I'ma f*ck today
Brodie caught a body, left his ashes we gon' smoke today
Throw his blood on the f*ckin' canvas leave it for display
Yeah, nigga, for the world to see
Gotta move tact, stay sharp like some cutlery
Shawty gave good brain, she a scholar, but got no degree
Bitch I feel like Nardo, pussy nigga who won't smoke with me
Hold on, nigga, don't make me switch lanes
Yeah, I'll bag your bitch, knock that pussy out the damn frame
Pass her to them bros, yeah, they hit, this shit insane
Never trust a bitch that's on my life and the f*ckin' gang
Claim you out the mix, shut the f*ck up, what you lyin for
Drop her from the roster, felt like Elsa, had to let her go
Hoes be dumb as f*ck swear to God, they can't move tact
F*ck this mellow shit, ayo, Zac, bring the beat back
Bring it back, okay, yeah, I got you
He don't want that pistol play, okay, bitch I'll box you
I ain't talkin' bout a janitor when I say I'm finna mop you
Got that stick if I pull it, it get sticky like some hot glue
If my niggas can't eat, I struggle eatin like a Hi Chew
Hit this bitch from the back and do my pose like a model
Got shooters spannin' all the way to Greece, Aristotle
Got this bitch finna hit, feel like Troy Polalalu
Like I said earlier, it get real sticky
Got his head spinnin' with the chop, he got real dizzy
Workin 9-to-5 on your bitch, we get real busy
Me, Praise, and Yae can't be stopped, bitch we real glitchy
Yeah, nigga, that's a motherf*ckin' fact
Like my nigga, praise said these hoes never moving tact
Why the f*ck would I wear fitted if I never ever capped
Me and gang on the rise, we the hottest on the map
ZacStayDrippin - Professional Shit Talkers (feat. Yae! & YFN Praise) Lyrics
ZacStayDrippin - Professional Shit Talkers (feat. Yae! & YFN Praise) Lyrics
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Nigga, I'm goin' AWOL
Put my balls inside of her socket like it's 8-Ball
Knock the pussy out, it was as if I had precog
Figuring out her G-spots like a f*ckin' jigsaw
Huh nigga, yeah, you know it's Yae
Contemplating over which bitch I'ma f*ck today
Brodie caught a body, left his ashes we gon' smoke today
Throw his blood on the f*ckin' canvas leave it for display
Yeah, nigga, for the world to see
Gotta move tact, stay sharp like some cutlery
Shawty gave good brain, she a scholar, but got no degree
Bitch I feel like Nardo, pussy nigga who won't smoke with me
Hold on, nigga, don't make me switch lanes
Yeah, I'll bag your bitch, knock that pussy out the damn frame
Pass her to them bros, yeah, they hit, this shit insane
Never trust a bitch that's on my life and the f*ckin' gang
Claim you out the mix, shut the f*ck up, what you lyin for
Drop her from the roster, felt like Elsa, had to let her go
Hoes be dumb as f*ck swear to God, they can't move tact
F*ck this mellow shit, ayo, Zac, bring the beat back
Bring it back, okay, yeah, I got you
He don't want that pistol play, okay, bitch I'll box you
I ain't talkin' bout a janitor when I say I'm finna mop you
Got that stick if I pull it, it get sticky like some hot glue
If my niggas can't eat, I struggle eatin like a Hi Chew
Hit this bitch from the back and do my pose like a model
Got shooters spannin' all the way to Greece, Aristotle
Got this bitch finna hit, feel like Troy Polalalu
Like I said earlier, it get real sticky
Got his head spinnin' with the chop, he got real dizzy
Workin 9-to-5 on your bitch, we get real busy
Me, Praise, and Yae can't be stopped, bitch we real glitchy
Yeah, nigga, that's a motherf*ckin' fact
Like my nigga, praise said these hoes never moving tact
Why the f*ck would I wear fitted if I never ever capped
Me and gang on the rise, we the hottest on the map
Put my balls inside of her socket like it's 8-Ball
Knock the pussy out, it was as if I had precog
Figuring out her G-spots like a f*ckin' jigsaw
Huh nigga, yeah, you know it's Yae
Contemplating over which bitch I'ma f*ck today
Brodie caught a body, left his ashes we gon' smoke today
Throw his blood on the f*ckin' canvas leave it for display
Yeah, nigga, for the world to see
Gotta move tact, stay sharp like some cutlery
Shawty gave good brain, she a scholar, but got no degree
Bitch I feel like Nardo, pussy nigga who won't smoke with me
Hold on, nigga, don't make me switch lanes
Yeah, I'll bag your bitch, knock that pussy out the damn frame
Pass her to them bros, yeah, they hit, this shit insane
Never trust a bitch that's on my life and the f*ckin' gang
Claim you out the mix, shut the f*ck up, what you lyin for
Drop her from the roster, felt like Elsa, had to let her go
Hoes be dumb as f*ck swear to God, they can't move tact
F*ck this mellow shit, ayo, Zac, bring the beat back
Bring it back, okay, yeah, I got you
He don't want that pistol play, okay, bitch I'll box you
I ain't talkin' bout a janitor when I say I'm finna mop you
Got that stick if I pull it, it get sticky like some hot glue
If my niggas can't eat, I struggle eatin like a Hi Chew
Hit this bitch from the back and do my pose like a model
Got shooters spannin' all the way to Greece, Aristotle
Got this bitch finna hit, feel like Troy Polalalu
Like I said earlier, it get real sticky
Got his head spinnin' with the chop, he got real dizzy
Workin 9-to-5 on your bitch, we get real busy
Me, Praise, and Yae can't be stopped, bitch we real glitchy
Yeah, nigga, that's a motherf*ckin' fact
Like my nigga, praise said these hoes never moving tact
Why the f*ck would I wear fitted if I never ever capped
Me and gang on the rise, we the hottest on the map
Writer: Praise Ubatuegwu, Zac Crouch, Kenyea Coleman
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: ZacStayDrippin
Language: English
Length: 2:00
Written by: Praise Ubatuegwu, Zac Crouch, Kenyea Coleman