TALK 2 ME Lyrics by EZ MIL
Talk to me
Talk to me
Talk to me, baby
Mmm, I love the things you say
Y’all know what time it is, man, 2200
Aye, I got a little story though
Y’all know how the fuck we get down?
Lemme tell you a lil’ somethin’
That bitch ass vlogger right about one thing
We got all of your hoes goin’ like, uh, like
I’m the mothafuckin’ truth in this bitch
Prostitution run the city and I got a hold of all the lil’ biddies, lil’ bitch
Wanted a taste, now you gotta pay me in them pesos or dollars, you chinky lil’ bitch
Fuck out my face ‘fore I fuck up your rank, you ain’t mobbin’ like us, you a squeaky lil’ bitch
Better stick to that broomstick, then get to cleanin’ ’cause I might just shoot you, lil’ bitch
You “don’t smoke, don’t drink,” yeah, that’s what you want ’em to think
I wonder what kinda prescribed medication you downin’ just to be able to blink
Yeah, never mind, your eyes have been stuck like that every time
And they permanently close when we shootin’ nines
But this caliber 50 could fit your eyes if I go like
Sending, the era of Communist ending
Your flag got a little bit too much of rojo, loco
I’m a toro and I’m not bullshitting
Postin’ this shit on their TikTok, I know this shit hot
Y’all know what’s up with this shit if it get blocked
They wanna jack off on kids with they little cocks
Son of a bitch, that won’t happen on my watch
Sippin’ on a maitai, plottin’ to kill ’em within the lyrics and the block, block
They don’t own the WiFi, put ’em in the hotspot
They wanna see our IP, but never wanna pop-pop
Put ’em in the sock, sock, smoke ’em like a opp, opp
Southern to east and I got the north up in a lock, lock
And I cannot stop, stop, beatin’ on a cop, cop
And they can’t deny that EZ Milly really is
The mothafuckin’ truth in this bitch
Prostitution run the city and I got a hold of all the lil’ biddies, lil’ bitch
Wanted a taste, now you gotta pay me in them pesos or dollars, you chinky lil’ bitch
Fuck out my face ‘fore I fuck up your rank, you ain’t mobbin’ like us, you a squeaky lil’ bitch
Better stick to that broomstick, then get to cleanin’ ’cause I might just shi-
Shit on your head, dig up the skeletons, he really dead
I think the soil on his graveyard really is healthy
Look at the worms in his bed
Hmm, TMI, why did your spine never realign?
All that B-boyin’ really done did it’s time, huh?
Thought it would work out ’cause you resigned, bruh?
Bitch, please, suck on the tip of my dick cheese
You had to leave of the countries you tried to make a livin’ in, but now you gon’ pimp me?
I don’t get it
You ain’t know how to hustle did you?
Hid behind all them muscle pictures
Never was thuggin’ in the business
Bitch, you knew nothin’ so you tried to learn it from me
With that big psychology diploma tried to psych me so you got back-burnered for free
Listen, sketchy boi, there is some things your diploma can never just earn in these streets
It’s called respect and you dissin’, the squatters will never get you any chirp in the peep
I’ma keep talkin my shit regardless because
I’m the mothafuckin’ truth in this bitch
Prostitution run the city and I got a hold of all the lil’ biddies, lil’ bitch
Wanted a taste, now you gotta pay me in them pesos or dollars, you chinky lil’ bitch
Fuck out my face ‘fore I fuck up your rank, you ain’t mobbin’ like us, you a squeaky lil’ bitch
Better stick to that broomstick, then get to cleanin’ ’cause I’m makin’ sure you get hit
I’m playin’
I’ll never bring the sticks into it
But don’t test me
‘Cause I’ll blast them things up so quick at your whole squad
They all casualties
