Talk facts Lyrics – DThang

Talk facts Lyrics by DThang

Grrah-grrah, boom
Don’t run, don’t run
At all, at all, like
Suck my dick

Every flocka shot (up a o and i’m adding a k)
Gang, gang, gang (that’s on bro)
Gang, gang, gang
It’s that tdot n#gg# (suck my dick)

Ayo, y to the gz, gz to the sky
Never put a o before my y
Smokin’ everybody
Even my abuela know that

Everything dead (suck my dick)
Grrah
Come on cj, you seen me when i ain’t see you (ayo, cj, what the f#ck?)
n#gg#, you ain’t even make a move (like, how?)

So how the f#ck when you see me, you gon’ shoot? (at all)
I don’t know who got him in the booth (grrah-grrah, boom)
He said he gon’ drilly bop on my coffin (like, how?)
n#gg#, suck my dick, like

Ain’t nobody gon’ spin, how sean got hit? (at all)
Y’all was jackin’, i wasn’t y’all friend, like (gang, gang, gang, elvis)
Like, smokin’ on yellow, noah, diddy (yellow)
And b lovee ain’t still do sh#t (dead opps)

Jiggy man dumbass got hit (dead opps)
That’s word to my mother they nеver did sh#t (gang, gang, gang)
Like, smokin’ on ue, budda, quado
Tell thе bridge to pick up a stick (dead opps)

Like three other deaths that got put in a spliff (dead opps)
They know rpt n#gg#s be on that sh#t (gang, gang, gang)
And i’m tryna pack me a oy, i still be searchin’ for jiggys (oy-o what?)
Family first so we see the flockas (like, what?)

The charlie don’t hit without benji (like, what?)
It’s like, how many dead n#gg#s do y’all got? (like, what?)
Free the guys, they score like a wock
He jack ygk, he get put in a box (rpt)

I told remmo, “just let off some shots” (foursev’, foursev’)
I know gunna gon’ aim for your top (grrah, grrah, grrah)
Like, we got a million opps (grrah-grrah)
So, we need a million chop’s (grrah-grrah)

Told gz, “don’t crash, we ain’t stoppin’ for cops” (grrah-grrah-grrah)
And they keep on dissin’ my block (like, how?)
Like who got touched? like who got shot? (rpt)
And i fell in love with my chop’ (rpt)

And that’s word to yg, we f#ckin’ y’all thots
〈verse 2: bando gz〉
That’s on bro, he get shot if he totin’ on kelly (on bro)
And i hope that i catch him with kelly (gang, gang, gang, n#gg#)

Like, smokin’ on country, that sh#t got me deady (country)
Ride the o, we put dick in her belly (every o shot)
n#gg#s talk on the net but they know we don’t lack (like, like what?)
Mista don’t got the pole, he get stabbed (don’t run, don’t run)

If he jackin’ ogz, he get shot in his back (suck my dick)
Aj lucky that he not a pack (grrah-grrah, boom)
n#gg#, tdot my bro, he go fifty-for-fifty (on bro)
Spot a flocka, let shots, go and pass up the sitchy

Better not run, you gon end up like ricky (gang, gang, gang)
Spin the rey and we lookin’ for scotti (on bro)
Miss the flock ’cause they talk on woo lotti (like, like)
I keep a .30, can’t wait to catch notti (like, what?)

f#ck jah loc, know he restin’ in piss (like, like)
Smokin’ on smelly, got poked in his ribs (suck my dick)
Benji died tryna spin with no tints (like, what?)
n#gg#, rb got hit up and what have y’all did? (what the f#ck?)

Bolly rock a b#tch and he ran on his b#tch (like, what?)
Catch tg, i’ma up it and blitz (suck my dick)
Remember brodie had both of they wifes in the crib (on bro)
That’s on bro, man, they made both of ’em hit (on bro, elvis)

Ek sister got shot and he still wanna rap beef (like, what?)
If that was me, would have been in patakies (don’t run, don’t run)
n#gg#s dissin’ but we puttin’ n#gg#s on black tees (on bro)
He got hit ’cause he tryna act flashy (rpt)

〈verse 3: tdot2oppy〉
I’ma start it like where i left off at (like, like)
b#tch, i’m back in the field where my dawgs at (rpt)
Every opp shot, catch shh, i’ma off that (grrah-grrah)

Every opp shot, he get left like a floor mat (grrah-grrah)
And what’s up with these new n#gg#s rappin’? (what’s up?)
Grab a gun and go get to some action (uh-huh)
We shoot movies, we ain’t with the actin’ (at all)

For green baby, we do all the packin’ (grrah-grrah, boom)
Y’all just cappin’, ain’t catchin’ no hits, like (at all)
Roscoe got beat, he got beat out his kicks, like (roscoe)
Milly wop got beat with a stick, like

Oy-og, but they never on nothin’ (at all)
Catch blockwork, we sendin’ a dozen (like)
He stay dissin’ my block but that boy steady bluffin’ (suck my dick)
Up on cj, don’t care if we cousins

Like, we still on that sh#t like it’s rpt buggin’
Like, benji got shot in his shh (like)
Like diddy got shot in his shh (like)
And ue got shot in his muffin

Stop cappin’ and really get up wit’ me (like, like)
Spin y’all block and we doin’ it comfortably (for sure)
Y’all gon’ cap but y’all really look up to me (like)
Dougie got shot and he still in recovery (get back)

But y’all know what we usually do (like, like)
Scream oy, told roofie to boom (like)
Like, bando my brother, he know what to do (like)
Stunna he geekin’, that boy be home soon (like)

Every spot i was in, that’s on bro i was livin’ (on bro)
Say he touchin’ me, he gotta be shittin’ (you stupid?)
n#gg#s get hit and they wanna play victim (like, like)
Pick them guns and i’ll make ’em start snitchin’

Suck my dick
Grrah, grrah-grrah, boom
Don’t run, don’t run
Ayo, it’s that bando n#gg#

Up a o and i’m adding a k, n#gg#
R.i.p. woo
It’s that tdot n#gg#, grrt, boom-boom-boom
Yo, llb for life

Yo, r.i.p. rah
R.i.p. bean
Every opp shot (suck my dick)
But you didn’t have to cut me off

Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
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DThang Lyrics – Talk facts

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