Can I Talk, Pt. 2 (Bonus Track)

Can I talk my shit again Uhh Workin, Workin, Workin boy they barely see us Still got'em on they toes boy they ballerinas I'm back on my irregular shit How you working, you ain't even on the schedule bitch Relaxing gettin head cuz I been ahead You niggas lucky when you dropped I wasn't finished yet My swag perfect, & it come wit a little bread I'm bag surfing, or whatever them niggas said Scratching surface, you don't want me digging yet This my 2 step, I ain't even jigging yet Yall still don't get it yet You a square nigga, you don't want smoke boy you nicorette Cool as shit, playa made homie Cooking in my cool whip, paper plates on it Tell them niggas not to play wit me homie Nigga drippin like they just dumped the Gatorade on me I be, Fly as fuck, boss man, I'm the higher ups You ain't tryna defend it then what's the title for Tell ya man not to try his luck 1 shot'll have his body in box like he tryna fuck Can I talk my shit again I mean it's not even a question at this point Let me talk my shit They be like Mixx, I heard yo bitches left Nigga, I got 20 bitches left They knew who the man was when I stepped in this bitch I got the juice boy you the corner left in the fridge Hold on let me begin, I been holding all this shit in No one calling me great but ain't no one testing my pen Welcoming all the smoke in any section I'm in Been the best all along, you just ain't been tuning in Tell that ho don't touch my garment, you standing too close Fly nigga slicker than Grease, I'm Danny Zuko Got a Greek freak, call her Antenemkoumpo She a foreign bitch, & so is the Coupe ho Somebody tell Megan, I'm waiting to add mileage Body like a stallion, I'm tryna see how to mount it 1 on 1 let me see how long you can go No third wheel, but keep an extra like a Rav 4 I'm just talking my shit cuz I can dude Pop the tags on my swag bitch I'm brand new Told you I am like no other Anybody test me, I'm passing wit flying colors mothafucka Can I talk my shit again, huh So let me talk my shit Yeah Can I talk my shit Let me talk my shit I'm bout my business, find you something to do Don't worry bout what's in my bag bitch it's something new I exit Wallisville to lil mama crib She ready to fuck it ain't no time to chill Chillin feeling incredible Shawty drug free but she swallow me like an edible