letra de stop talking - young olt
[intro]
gang, i’m back with another one boy it’s too easy man
it’s ya boy treezy, it’s olt man coming straight from the ‘burg you ‘herd me?
va sh-t stop playing, gang
these n-ggas not on the same sh-t as me, these n-ggas some b-tches
(hook)
2 sticks, 2 drinks, got jay in the back with the too stank
got a b-tch sucking d-ck in the mulsanne
i don’t hang ’round no rappers they too lame
and these n-ggas be talking, boy these n-ggas ain’t walking
stop talking
and as soon as i walked in, pulled them bands out my pockets these b-tches start stalking
chops finna flip his whole body no kick flip
when i shoot on god i ain’t missing
run up, lay him down like we having a picnic
i been told y’all n-ggas to listen
chains on me yeah my neck steady glisten
keep a watch on my wrist like i’m ben 10
i’m not with that talking i’m just with that hitting
shoot him in his mouth ‘for he finish his sentence
(verse)
i’m not with that talking, just shut it up
where i’m from if you broke then go run it up
keep them glocks on my hip, think i don’t? then run up
how much you wanna bet you get left in the dust?
i just f-cked on your b-tch and i left in a rush
boy you broke as a b-tch you be catching the bus
he be talking that sh-t with no stick and that’s tough
’cause when i catch him in traffic i swear i’ma dump
“olt a b-tch, that n-gga be capping”
“when i see him in person i swear that it’s happenin'”
“he don’t keep no bl!ck, that n-gga just rapping”
when i seen them, them n-ggas went ghost like casper
i’ma turn a f-ck n-gga to a ghost like casper
riding in a motherf-cking ghost like casper
the way they play tough they should try out for acting
you do not move no packs you is not with the tapping, stick to rapping
i f-ck on that b-tch and i pass her
i f-ck and my bro finna get her right after
i hop in the foreign let’s see it go faster
i slide to yo church and i shoot up the pastor
f-ck that pastor, that’s yo dead homie? n-gga f-ck that b-st-rd
i’m tryna hit from the back b-tch, f-ck relaxing
if we ain’t on the same page then f-ck yo chapter (on gang, b-tch)
f-ck going to school i was serving a brick
f-ck hitting the books, i was hitting a l!ck
pass me a pull up, baby girl i’m the sh-t
got yo b-tch doing triple back spins on a d-ck
i’m the type of n-gga to pull up to yo crib
we ain’t even got beef i just shoot up sh-t
i finesse whoever you boo’d up with
let me tell you what i just pulled up with
i pulled up with-
(hook)
2 sticks, 2 drinks, got jay in the back with the too stank
got a b-tch sucking d-ck in the mulsanne
i don’t hang ’round no rappers they too lame
and these n-ggas be talking, boy these n-ggas ain’t walking
stop talking
and as soon as i walked in, pulled them bands out my pockets these b-tches start stalking
chops finna flip his whole body no kick flip
when i shoot on god i ain’t missing
run up, lay him down like we having a picnic
i been told y’all n-ggas to listen
chains on me yeah my neck steady glisten
keep a watch on my wrist like i’m ben 10
i’m not with that talking i’m just with that hitting
shoot him in his mouth ‘for he finish his sentence
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