No Talk

Sonny, you killed this (What? What?) Yeah, yeah (Yeah) I pulled up in a tank, all white like the Pope (Yeah) She wanna go on a date, I just count my dough (Let's go) Ten racks on my jeans, hunnid for the coat (What?) Yeah, Rick Owens on my feet I can't talk to brokes (I can't what? Turn up) Count the racks (Yeah, stack it up), smoke my dope (Yeah, yeah) Actavis (Yeah, yeah) I'm a G.O.A.T. (I'm a G.O.A.T., yeah) Stay ten toes (What? Let's go) I don't fold (I don't fold) Semi-tucked (Yeah) I'm a G.O.A.T. (Okay, yeah) I'm in a Lamb' (Okay, skrrt) I'm in a Rove' (Yeah) I'm pushing my weight (Yeah, yeah) I feel like I'm chosen (Yeah, yeah) Count bands in the briefcase (Yeah, yeah) It stack to my shoulder (Yeah, yeah) Pop me a bean (What, what?) I can't even focus (Yeah, yeah) You can't tell me shit (Nah) I'ma go buy your bitch (What?) Take a lil' trip (Yeah) I fuck that bitch (Yeah, what?) Putting racks on the head, yeah My pants, they flooded, yeah (They flooded) I ain't worried 'bout a bitch I ain't trippin' (I ain't worried 'bout her) Your ho, she get a lil' visit (Okay, what?) You can't tell me shit (Nah) I'ma go buy your bitch (What?) Take a lil' trip (Yeah) I fuck that bitch (Yeah, what?) Putting racks on the head, yeah (Yeah) My pants, they flooded, yeah (Yeah) I ain't worried bout a bitch, I ain't trippin' (Yeah) Your hoe, she get a lil' visit (Slatt) I pulled up in a tank, all white like the Pope She wanna go on a date I just count my dough (Let's go) Ten racks on my jeans, hunnid for the coat (What?) Yeah, Rick Owens on my feet, I can't talk to brokes (I can't what? Turn up) (Yeah, yeah) I can't talk to brokes (Yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah) I can't talk to brokes Ten racks on my jeans, hunnid for the coat (A coat) Yeah, Rick Owens on my feet I can't talk to brokes (Can't talk to brokes)