Talk My Shit OMB Peezy (Ft. Yhung T.O.)

[Verse: OMB Peezy & Yhung T.O.]
Let me talk my shit
Look at my neck, then look at my wrist
Just another nigga from the hood that got rich
With the shit, baby keep Chanel bag with the stick
Racks, fuck I can't even count it
I made it, got em thinking why the fuck they even doubted
I was brought up by my granny, knew I always had a talent
Used to ride for them hundreds, now we count by the thousand

[OMB Peezy]
Ooh, look at it, this money piling
I'm piling money, now I gotta wear it, ain't no more counting
Case over, I still ain't paid the rest of my bounty
Ugh, instead of moving up, they wanna down me
Whoever, fuck it, we sliding. You ready or not?
I'm finna light that ass up then head to the spot
Better hope a angel guard your head, cause that lead finna pop
Send some hot shit through your head, watch it spread down the block

[Yhung T.O.]
Ready or not, if you sliding, we airing em out
If my closest brother told, no sparing him out
I remember I was down, I ain't have a lot
Feds tryna build a case, so it's fuck the cops
Copping any foreign off the lot now
I remember I was down bad, but I'm hot now
All these bitches they just want me for my guap now
A lot of opps now, so I gotta keep a chop now