TM88 - Nothing Else to Talk About lyrics

On with that sh** my n***a, on with that sh** [Hook: PeeWee Longway] We ain't got nothing else to talk about Thats why let the choppa shoot it out We ain't got nothing else to talk about Put a bag on ya head four cutie pies We ain't got nothing else to talk about Molly keep that b**h occupied On with that sh** gon let it ride Boyz N Da Hood, gonna catch em down bad Shoot em in the back like ricky Pull up to the trap got snipers on the roof Gon hit his a** down on business You gone f** around get your shooter shot Face on the milk cart missin' Knife on the choppa poke em like the penitentary Hit a whole hundred in a minute [Verse 1: PeeWee LongWay] I guess its bout that time a n***a start k**in' n***a did a whole lotta dealin' Egg Beater beat the pocket like rocky balboa Mr. Blue Benjamin stack it up like Boston George Boys in the hood trap them bags on the porch Balenciaga, my momma said keep that pistol Puss a** n***a hit his a** in the kisser Dress him up and put him in a strap Bruce jenner I ain't got that type of comin' out the kennel I'm let my little homie eat you up for dinner Calaso mob ties with real mob a** n***as Catch him in the alley gun him down like Ricky Bonnets on his head hit em with the dick my n***a From the other side playing with the chop in the trenches I had to dust it off these n***as out here whisperin' Reverse the clip hit a hundred in a minute Sent some through they can change up your image Four cuties that will get' em out his feelings I gotta dope tester, trigger finger itchin' Put a rocket on a shooter he get a sniper vision Keep a hammer on my hip like I'm Bob the Builder Makin' Juugs outta b**h like a body builder I'm a grown man y'all all children Got em' finding your body like I'm Wayne Williams [Hook: PeeWee Longway] On with that sh** my n***a, on with that sh** We ain't got nothing else to talk about Thats why let the choppa shoot it out We ain't got nothing else to talk about Put a bag on ya head for a cutie pie We ain't got nothing else to talk about Molly keep that b**h occupied On with that sh** gon let it ride Boyz N Da Hood, gonna catch em down bad Shoot em in the back like Ricky Pull up to the trap got snipers on the roof Gon hit his a** down on business (pew-pew) You gone f** around get your shooter shot Face on the milk cart missin' Knife on the choppa poke em like the penitentary Hit a whole hundred in a minute [Verse 2: PeeWee Longway] Dirty Chopper came with homicides Full of bodies, f** it, still shoot it Snipers in my trunk on top of the roof Whip up a brick, watch me turn it to two I'm with the bullsh**, f** your crew Pour my Tuss in Double Cups Dressed up in blue with the tommy gun Handgun came with a Cinnabon We ain't got none else to talk about Got GPS Bullets gone find yo location Hop out and pop it they dreaded like Haitians Put a curfew on your block like I'm on probation Throwin' up the hood like a Mason Mr. Blue Benjamin paid for the case Jackie Tan whip it in the pan, saw you Ricki Lake A boot of molly get your shooter shot Boys in the hood bandana like Pac But Cutie Pies get you First 48 Yellow Tape it closed, casket your face Momma yellin' KID yo baby Pull up shooting' Houdini in a Blue Mercedes Bangin' Blue Red like I'm in the 80's Let my b**h shoot the stick call her Tomb Raider Send a hit at you pricks call me Longway Barbosa (Longway b**h)