William Singe - Talk to me nice lyrics

If you gon’ talk to me Better talk to me nice or Don’t open your mouth like lockjaw I don’t wanna hear that s**t no more We don’t play that s**t, I’m downtown with the team Outside tryna eat, don’t worry ‘bout me What the f**k you mean where the f**k I been? I’ve been on my bullsh*t Told you I’m different And I ain’t ever have to try to stand out to a fool just so I could fit in That’s word to my boy Xbo, said that s**t in a song and it hit me I don’t need no validations I don’t need to situations That’s gon’ take me from this paper Told you that when we was dating And you know I’m with the gang I’m with the squad (You know where the f**k I’m at) We ain’t deep, but we ten toes We don’t surf, but we fight though Smoke ’til we touch the sky This that 87 Northside I ain’t gotta tell you fools that I do this s**t Check the view count, I bet it prove that s**t Goddamn If you gon’ talk to me (Goddamn) Better talk to me nice or Don’t open your mouth like lockjaw I don’t wanna hear that s**t no more We don’t play that s**t, I’m downtown with the team Outside tryna eat, don’t worry ‘bout me What the f**k you mean where the f**k I been? I’ve been on my bullsh*t I’m on a beach, Hennessy and weed Look at me, by twenty-three Had keys to the world, now I never need a thing I don’t gotta hear what you saying First-class jet club And I’m always jet-lagged, my necklace And I got two pairs, twin sisters I don’t even know they names I done sold out worldwide I been ’round the world twice, yeah You ain’t see them long nights You was hatin’ online We just toast to the sky It’s that 87 Northside East Coast, down South, worldwide And y’all trouble now King back, baby If you gon’ talk to me (Yeah, you know), yeah Better talk to me nice or (Better talk to me nice, baby) Don’t open your mouth like lockjaw I don’t wanna hear that s**t no more We don’t play that s**t, I’m downtown with the team Outside tryna eat, don’t worry ‘bout me What the f**k you mean where the f**k I been? I’ve been on my bullsh*t First-class jet club And I’m always jet-lagged, my necklace And I got two pairs, twin sisters First-class, jet club And I’m always jet-lagged, my necklace And I got two pairs, twin sisters Ten bands in my pocket I don’t need nothing else here but the profit 2021, tell my team that we locked in F**k a locksmith, I’m the key to my city Tell ’em that I’m up now, you gon have to get me That’s on fam on the 87, straight to the top And you know we don’t stop Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop Yeah, and you know we don’t stop, don’t stop Yeah, we up now It’s just me in here though