QUIETPVCK - Why So Chatty (410 Diss) lyrics

[Hook: Loski] Why, why so chatty (chatterbox) My spartans, ain't vanished and none of us happy (man down, man down) I'm jugging I think the mains and all of us trappy (get money) Hookers and pengers are on us like all of them catty Man down, man way too wa**y (slow down b) [Verse 1: Loski] Get money, do jail, do home, do rides Ten toes out in Harlem Kitty dem see me, ask for lives I still bring a smoke to the party Tell a girl to move, cause she might get fried And snow the white trapper and me Got Hannah Montana and Jackson 5 f** it Run a boy down like I'm scales I'll do it in the mains like the juggs and my knives And she gave me and bro uh uh Gave her uh uh, you must've been high Shank same size as Bells That's bad for your health and so don't get sliced And soon kept following dem feds I was out on the grind, making money all night Hitting shots with ba**ie on my waist If I see them boys, I'mma do it on site And I seen GT from a Q to a half Through a Z, to a 4, to a 9 Peng, peng all on man like she had me And Gyal, gyal way too kind Peng, peng all on man like she had me And gyal hat me like shes way too kind Splash on me, same size as Bells But don't let me splash your g Man don't Ps, but the paigons out So I got my 9 on Bs Step out with the skeng And that skeng got a body But that body weren't me Dem man are proper dirty Funny boy Chris Oo Dem man are Eddie Murphy [Verse 2: TG Millian] I never seen your 4 door whip And I never seen your 4 door lurking See feds and I dash, dash, dash f** jail, I ain't tryna get burdened Ring trap, put a b**h on hold This phone got me out here serving Been on your block with bro Rude boy, she kept it lurking In a bad mood, so I robbed man In a bad mood, so I jerked him Peng girl talk about love, f** that Pipe on, I'm skrting Tryna bring a line on strip Ima shut man up like curtains Free up the bro in the can I just pray that they don't get burdened Free GFace, he was out here grinding Free GFace, he was earning Peng girl tryna move Hollywood Tell that gyal just stop it Dead ting hitting up the DMs Deader than me just block it Smoke that am to the face That am to the face, that rock it Bust them packs in the day time Tryna have a swollen pocket She said that she wants to f** me Rudeboy I just made her top it Gyal getting vex at me Cause I ain't tryna pay that homage Only show homage to the money f** love, I only f** then I block it Two shanks on my waist don't panic Tools on tools in my kit, like mechanic Hands in the mash do damage Lurk on your block Man see an opp, then just slap it Dead ting deader than blind side Man can't grab it Bring me a phone, I'll get you a cat We know about the trap Man talk biz for the packs Can't come to the Ks, get mashed Got Spartans and the mac To the boy that lack I was with savage Step on your block then splash Listen, smoke on me and I'm ready Smoke come long like bells But man still holds that steady Man just act for the girls Hold corn in a mash like tele 4 door ding and a bruck Jump out, make my man leggy Jump out make my man leggy Some packs, sitting in the trap And he juggs food, got me in the mash up Everything ting bag up, train journeys with smoke Pebs dem had to get smash up Bro get my stack up Saw the Ps there had to add up Them brown skinds get chatter Thought a thank might Mish, mash I'm trapping, I'm an addict Any sort of food I can smash it Hitting bros shots with Spanish Give me your tools you fools Any type of weight I'll damage Boy better run Five shanks up on the strip If I'm with lacks and savage Phone line ringing Might be Caro, Alex Maybe it's Arron and addict Two on one If I got my shank I could manage Had man dancing like the Jacksons Why so chatty? See the cats for the woods Like why so catty? My n***a lights ain't got no chill like Why so wa**y? Been in the trap all day like Why so trappy? See the cats them catch for the buds like Why so catish? This shank on my waist good ride Jumz over there with Ba**ie Buss shots on the road Tell shots on me but the ally Got am on am on am I can call from the cally Can't lack on the road Can't lack on the streets I'm aggy Do dirts see ya block on the strip, no bally Still run man down with the masheen I can run man down with the masheen 4 door whip man crasheen Big boys slumped man washeen [Hook: Loski] Why, why so chatty (chatterbox) My spartans, ain't vanished and none of us happy (man down, man down) I'm jugging I think the mains and all of us trappy (get money) Hookers and pengers aren't on us like all of them chatty Man down, man way too wa**y (slow down b)