Ktoven - Talk My sh** lyrics

[Verse 1 : TUT] Uh, n***a, n***a I light a blunt as soon as this come on in the web It's the same n***a, grew up right around the block from camp Balla block and foul play'll get your a** ejected Fake a** n***as, fake a**es who gave ya'll injections Give a damn about your perspective, real G's perspective Freaky b**h want me to put it in her rectum They takin shots at the board but they indirect 'em I make a pa** at yo b**h, you can't intercept 'em Pa** complete I don't compete with no n***as This that [?], this that f**in' packs sell some to yo' lil' one I remember when I was as lil' one [?] I was being focused, now we at the do' bout to kick it open Home invasion, takin' what we want we don't ask for nothin' Take your a** throw you in the trunk, with the speakers bumpin' Now we here, as we live and learn, as the reefer burns we gon' run this sh** until the lord returns, uh [Pre-Chorus: TUT] And i'm gon' keep talkin my sh** until the lord returns, uh Yeah, I'm gon' keep talkin my sh** until the lord returns [Chorus: TUT] Let me talk my sh** (whaaaaat) let me talk my sh** Ya'll n***as ain't sh** but some mark a** tricks (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) If it don't make dollas (whaaat) then it don't make cents You n***as must be broke cause ya'll ain't got no sense (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) x2 [Verse 2: TUT] You n***as must be broke cause ya'll ain't got no sense I'm hangin' with the white boys and they ain't got no lynch When the car got curtains you don't need no tint I'm running game on these hoes like I ain't got no b**h (like I ain't got no b**h) [Refrain: TUT] Let me talk me sh**, let me talk my sh** Bet you hear me loud and clear like I ain't got no lisp Bet you tell 'em everything if yo' a** get pinched (if yo' a** get pinched) Man these n***as straight pussies, they ain't got no dick [Verse 3: TUT] I got dreams muhf**a, sh** it's all or nothin' In case my grandmama hear me then I'm sorry for cussin' 12th grade, 11th grade mixed the Sprite with the 'tussin Smoked so damn much gotta put weed in the budget Middle fingas to the coppers ain't no way they gon' stop us Modern day slaves put us all in chains if they lock us (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) I say f** ya'll with some emphasis Take your pistols out your holsters and aim at your chest Shoot yourself like its insulin [Outro: TUT] Hell yeah n***a, we ain't f**in' backin down for nobody You understand, you should shut up when grown people talkin' (shut the f** up n***a) Shut the f** up lil' a** boy, you a lil' a** boy n***a, it's our house we ain't scared of sh** n***a [Chorus: TUT] Let me talk my sh** (whaaaaat) let me talk my sh** Ya'll n***as ain't sh** but some mark a** tricks (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) If it don't make dollas (whaaat) then it don't make cents You n***as must be broke cause ya'll ain't got no sense (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) x2