[Intro: Pi'erre Bourne]
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh
Yeah
Say it with your chest ni**a
[Chorus: Pi'erre Bourne]
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Aye)
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
I might fu*k once, I don't wanna call the b*tch back
This ain't regular all this KK in a big bag
See my dawgs and all you see is fools with big racks
He at home he tryna find out where his b*tch at
All these ni**as, you ain't practice you ain't balling with us
Put my all in you be conscious with it
Make em' sick, I got em' nauseous
Cullinan wonder what it cost
I ain't just come up I been putting work in lil ni**a
Grindin' for mine that's for certain
Now I get 100 for verses, And fu*k it my record is perfect
[Chorus: Pi'erre Bourne]
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Aye)
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh
[Verse 2: Pi'erre Bourne]
Whole clique fresh, look like [?]
I get cheese like its pizza
I'm getting bread look like pita
I'm with Yeezy, no Adidas
You rock Yeezy, I just seen him
I get richer with my visa
Murakami stack 3 meters, ni**as b*tches, ni**as divas
Beat the pussy up like Tina
I'll be Martin you'll be Gina
We gon' kick it like its fifa
I like liquor, I like reefer
Let's get baked, like Anita
Smokin' paper, Wiz Khalifa
Stackin' paper, I'm a reader
Sick of these ni**as, I got a fever
[Chorus: Pi'erre Bourne]
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh (Aye)
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh
All this chit chat, all this chit chat, all this chit chat, huh