Cutthoat Committee - Talk Big sh** (alt) lyrics

[Mac Dre] Is it Sleep Dank? Cutthoat Committee Real sh**ty, nothing pretty Is it Sleep Dank? [Verse 1: Mac Dre] I'm in a tight seven tre Four fifty four, four door, mob shot Chevrolet Got four fifteen, Lanzars Hitting so damn hard that I'm setting off alarms Got a fat backwood, car tacked out Fat four four that'll blow a n***as back out Squatted real low, dank wood k**ing me AC chilling me, but yall ain't feeling me A Cutthoat pimp, tripping and flashing Dipping and dashing, I'm sick when I'm smashing M-A-C, Dre b**h Pay b**h if you really want to stay b**h [Verse 2: Dubee] I bring fire, retire (?) wannabe k**as Can't f** with, now who you be, I be that n***a Steady ready to snatch it ticket wicked with a fashion Tough as Tinactin, that bend tricks with a fastness Dipping and dashing, four door Chevy smashing Representing that raw sh**, to your jaw sh** We be flawless, putting paper over all this But yall just, n***as up in the way up on some garbage That jargon, that make a n***a empty every cartridge Walking target, make you park it where you start it I'm hocking a loogie, its Dubee, I'm telling you PSD, Sleep and Dre and this n***a bout revenue [Chorus] TALK BIG sh*t Big sh** talking n***as is off in the building TALK BIG sh*t Exo, cognac, privilege hennesey spilling, we living TALK BIG sh*t All on a hoe, yall ought to know TALK BIG sh*t At the mall or the store, your broad spending doe [Verse 3: PSD] See basically hoe, we hyper spaced out Play for the doe but stop hating me hoe Squat up on a one tre zero zero Honda model No helmet on riding one time Shining and glistening, hoes eyeing and listening Judge dying and sentencing, girls smile when they mentioning Two hundred dollars worth of smell (?) they slipping him Quarters zippers on my (?) if its twelve I'm hitting him Long or (?) green weed stall my lids and a Cutthoat is all I'm is Me and my n***as hollering what hoe, we all on a b**h s** a dick if you can't f** hoe, swallow the kids [Verse 4: Sleep Dank] Check the formats, lay s**as down like floor mats Those who approach get pulled like stagecoaches, we floor cats Turned up with no blood lets make it official These squares play the front We in the back highly sparked off scud missiles Sip on fosters slowly, hoes drop they panties just to know me And show me, when the five hundred post, b**hes kick it like shinobi Plenty f** trophies; I rock a b**h like a rollie Give her two dubs n***a tell her bring me back 40 Scum of the slum, call the b**h names Separate the busters from the thugs, floss it in there face But would I paper chase, these n***as grab the nickel plate And X the faith, on any sorry b**h who want to play [Chorus]