Talk Bout None Lyrics
Ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah
I’m who the young niggas run to, man, when it’s time to get some money, nigga
When it’s time to talk ’bout these bitches and this player shit, like
Where I’m from, nigga, I swear to God, nigga, go ask any nigga, man, from the south to the west to the north, nigga, I—
Nigga, I influenced this trap shit, nigga
Puttin’ them buttons on the back of that shit, nigga, that’s the shit I influenced, nigga, I’m pushin’ this shit, nigga, on God (Yeah)
Yo, ayy
Rappers ain’t talkin’ ’bout nothin’
Trappers ain’t talkin’ ’bout nothin’
Rapper outside with a button
Nigga, up this bitch, better run
Poppin’ my shit for fun
These niggas can’t pass me up
Fill the traphouse up with Runtz
Young nigga ain’t goin’ for nothin’
Ayy, young nigga still trappin’ the package
After this re-up, buy me a Brabus
Hey, my young nigga called it a Brabus
Shit, I don’t even know, just know shit taxin’
Every traphouse cuttin’ up dope like a barber, my brother controllin’ the traffic
Young nigga had to go right back out trappin’ it, puttin’ bullshit on my jacket
Ayy, rich nigga, like bad shit ratchet
Ain’t fuckin’ nothin’ less than a seven
Ain’t trappin’ nothin’ less than a seven
Movin’ pounds, nigga, how I’m steppin’
I ain’t talkin’ ’bout none of y’all, nigga got a bust down, trap, in the projects trappin’
Lil’ fine shit scared to get a handout, I told her I’ll give her five hundred, she jack it
Ain’t even wanna pay for the pussy, but I ain’t givin’ none of my money for free
I ain’t come off of rap, I came out the trap, youngin was trappin’ a P
Fuck if a nigga ain’t fuckin’ with this shit, nigga, my big brother G
I’m fuckin’ on this friend, that friend, that friend, bitch, redundant to me
Yo, ayy
Rappers ain’t talkin’ ’bout nothin’
Trappers ain’t talkin’ ’bout nothin’
Rapper outside with a button
Nigga, up this bitch, better run
Poppin’ my shit for fun
These niggas can’t pass me up
Fill the traphouse up with Runtz
Young nigga ain’t goin’ for nothin’
Ain’t give her permission, bitch, don’t listen
For a lil’ time, nigga down with the trickin’
Did a lil’ time, actin’ like he the biggest
Tell him calm down ‘fore he be a statistic
Ask my mama, I ain’t payin’ a ticket
Somethin’ like Wiz, nigga, license suspended
None of these cars I drive be rented
Chain ’round my neck cost a brand-new Bentley
Lambo’ truck cost me two-fifty
I got it from trappin’ that Bobby and Whitney
Young niggas on G6, still checkin’
And I’m fuckin’ his ho and he still hang with me
My young nigga with me, he bangin’ the 6s
Go ask a nigga who runnin’ the bity
I bet they gon’ say that lil’ Boston the littest
Traphouse swangin’, nigga, ball like the Pistons
Yo, ayy
Rappers ain’t talkin’ ’bout nothin’
Trappers ain’t talkin’ ’bout nothin’
Rapper outside with a button
Nigga, up this bitch, better run
Poppin’ my shit for fun
These niggas can’t pass me up
Fill the traphouse up with Runtz
Young nigga ain’t goin’ for nothin’
