[Intro: Nick Vig]
Let me talk my sh** man
Let me talk my sh** man
Let me talk my sh**
It's been a long time
[Verse 1: Nick Vig]
When I invited you to go I poke you right in the throat
f** for a couple of hours then we lite up a smoke
Then we take a f**ing shower then we at it again
And I'm on Instagram and I'm adding a friend
Cause I'm a dog homie can give a motherf**
Hope my ex hear this sh** I'm coming up f** is up
Let the whole world know I got that upserve though
Let that p**y f**ing whistle like a f**ing turbo
Seen it in a six speed drop top b**h please
And the seats the colors of chick peas
I'm on fire it really don't much higher
You fly, I'm flyer
What more can I say homie
Oh man
I gotta text this girl back
Ah no hold on a sec
[Verse 2: Nick Vig]
From the motherf**ing H town, New York, the high Atlanta
I've been dropping my presents like my name is Santa
I've been f**ing every chick you wish you could
They've been threatening a kid too I wish you would
But you never do
All you do is talk like a [?]
Come to close I sever you and that's just my word b**h
I saw your girl too and that girl a bird b**h
I swear God watch when that boy come up
Used to be that little boy you made fun of
Remember? Now my pockets on body bail
Hit the flow the don't k** you the shawty will; Blat!
I don't gotta say much
This sh** a pretty sad song now, yeah
For all deaf motherf**ers I'm gonna say it one more time
Hit the flow the don't k** you the shawty will; Blat!