Listen to $trip Talk by MOBxCG

$trip Talk

MOBxCG

Hip-Hop/Rap

45,039 Shazams

Lyrics

You ain't talkin money, lil nigga, then keep yo' lips tucked And I ain't worried bout yo' bitch boy, I been fucked I need Benjamins, hundos, big bucks Hit the bitch for cash, you hit the bitch for a quick nut You ain't bout yo' money, fucking loony Old nerd ass, lame ass goofy I hit the stash, then hit the dash with this toolie You loving on the bitch LOL that bitch a groupie But if she fucking with me she gon' pay some And I finesse out her bag if she play dumb And any nigga talking sweet can meet the K drum I spray some, won't stop busting until the jakes come Hate now, say now, bitch who let the mob out? All my niggas going dumb like some dropouts 350 Benz off the lot when I hop out Whip and dip and jubilated when I pop out Choose me I need the feed real simple I swipe tags like Swiper real swifty Bitch bugging on my phone talking 'bout she miss me And I ain't gave her shit but some dick up in her kidney Man you broke ass niggas ain't get no pesos And I can't fuck with broke niggas man I hate those I hit Seth for the Act' he keep the Ace po'd Mixed up the potion bitch I'm sipping out the Fay-go Big whips fuck a skip, you be rolling reggie Fucked your bitch and gave her dick, she felt it in her belly I could probably fuck your momma, but her pussy smelly Fuck trapping where I stay, I'm trapping out the telly Told that bitch I need my money not a minute late Got the juice in my cup but this ain't Minute Maid I be smoking on the dope, it make me levitate Chopper right beside me, make a nigga meet the heaven gates Bitch I feel like D. Wade, I let that Heat go Popping out the cut, we got drakies and gleekos And your bitch be tryna fuck so I beat those Sent her on a mission, she came back with them C notes And you know I'm running game like it's Nike town Bad bitch, had her hella wet, she had to wipe me down And I touched a couple bands so I'm icy now Bitches choose for Sethii Shmactt I guess they like me now It's Mister Get The Yus and dip, bitch don't do the splits Hot heads bitch, so I suggest that you don't trip She sucked my dick on school campus while we in the whip And like a bad pitch, you never hit, you niggas swing and miss Look little bitch come fuck with me, ain't nothing average You niggas pillow talking hoes, ain't no mackin' Faggots should've joined the drama club, he actin' My plug a white boy, his weed musty, call that Brad Pitt Designer on me, it look like I just robbed Saks Fifth She treat the dick like garage, she gon' back in To keep it real, baby, I don't need no wack bitch Somewhere in Aspen, no T Pain, I put you in the cabin I'm fucking geeked up on these beats, you know I'm fucking spazzin' Your bitch a freak, she hop up on my dick without me askin' That ain't your guap, that shit Monopoly so stop that flexin' Big dope smoke, and pass the spark because I ain't Fucking matchin To keep it a stack, I don't rock with you niggas I can't sit down and shake hands or conversate with you niggas You fake pimpin', cut the act, I ain't got time for you niggas There's a ladder you gotta climb to flex and rock wit' a nigga I lay low and post up, 'cause I don't rock with the new Gold dancing, polar racing, that's the horses they new Bitches on this clean game, the fit game on flex Duck and cover when we send 'em, ain't no warnings and shit I'm out the way but I keep a couple rolls like a fat nigga Learn the game, running play, make it flip and run back with it Pesos, no lame hoes, Mob nigga, know we take those Keep on yapping we chop suey to the ankles Ruthless, you stupid if you don't do what I say-so Sending shots at tops, make opps do the tango Ruthless, you stupid if you don't do what I say-so Bad bitch on it, I knock the pussy like Lego I'm CPUP and I'm never on no sucker shit Mister Hit Her Once, then I duck the bitch Fuck the quit, now what's in your pockets bitch? Profit bitch, you already know I need all of it Only tough wit' yo' niggas? Man, stop it You hating on a nigga 'cause I'm poppin' This thang on my hip will make you drop quick Keep on speaking that nonsense and I'ma spark this hot shit Gang gang, lil bitch, this a gang You already know I'm with the shits so little hoe, stop playin' Got a square bitch and every two weeks she paid Play with that fee on mans, it gon' get dangerous On my mom, nigga, the MOB wit' me and we trippin' We some young fly niggas so tuck yo' bitches Yeah I'm on the road, I'm on the road to riches with your thang I'm fresh off a stain, I'm on a mission(gang gang)
Writer(s): Mob Cg Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out