Town Talk (feat. Tre Savage)

FSG you know the name gotta represent for my fucking gang In a foreign with 10K and a pound on me still switching lanes Smoking loud toting hell of guns screaming fuck the law that's on everything You a rap na, I'm a trap na, don't compare us pussy we are not the same If you don't fuck with me and I don't fuck with you, don't hit me up you just acting fake Jealous ns talk behind my back, when I see y'all pussies say it to my face Tell my lil bro all the time, don't you ever give up no fucking tape And if you catch a body and they catch on, you got one option, do the race Nightmare when my glock out, when I dump this nine better watch out Real talk I don't need a stick, any one of y'all can get knocked out My na Ohso tear you limb from limb Ns mad at me cause I took they bitch Recognize it, I been stamped, been doing me since I took a risk All my ns coming off the hip We turnt up, we just found a lick Miracle how I'm making magic, got 32 that I'm about to whip Everybody know I got moves aye Everybody kno I got moves aye Everybody kno I got moves aye Everybody kno I got moves chea Ain't no telling what I'm gone finesse Robbed the crib need a new connect Lil buddy pussy so trash, but her head good so I need the neck Swear to god don't play wit me, gotta hundred shooters they spray for me Cross that line, ain't no coming back, there's nothing else you can say to me Got my young buhl she a ride or die, she on go, she rock and roll Pray for ns that test me cause the Mazzis with me really fucking throwed You's a bitch I can't be around you cause the rumor is that you fucking told Na I got secrets from the 3rd grade to this damn day ain't never told a soul They call me a savage they know that I'm with the shit Grab a whole pound and I flip that shit Ns be missing And bitches be all on my dick and shit She suck my dick and you kissing her damn Can't wear that shit if it's regular damn I fuck yo bitch on the regular damn Fuck a 9-5 I don't got not time I'm getting paid off this cellular damn When I was broke I was bagging up eighths, I had to get to a check Now I got the work out like I'm lifting weights and I got my foot on they neck I'm in the trap, I gotta profit Y'all ns frauds and y'all gotta stop it Don't feel ya vibe so you better fall back We sending shots my ns ain't boxing Everyday I'm surrounded by shooters Fuck making tweets we don't beef with computers All of my ns be packing like movers 4 pounds tre pounds glocks and rugers Not tryna pop Just want the top Come on lil hoe is you sucking or not I got the xans, I got the lean 30 clip on me get knocked off ya feet All of my ns get paper like printers All of my ns we ball at the mall All of y'all ns is broke and y'all bums All of these rappers is motherfucking frauds Getting this money like I got a deal I'm never hiding I stay in the field Cracking them seals Sipping the act and popping them pills Yeah Selling them O's Fucking these hoes Passing these bitches to all of my bro's Rocking these shows Getting this dough Yeah That's all that I know Selling these O's Fucking these hoes Passing these bitches to all of my bro's Rocking them shows Getting this dough Yeah That's all that I know