Shit Talk Toohda Band$ (Ft. RMC Mike)
"Shit Talk" by Toohda Band$ (Ft. RMC Mike) is a #HipHop track from 2021. The lyrics focus on themes of street life, bravado, and resilience, showcasing the artists' experiences and challenges. The song features hard-hitting beats and clever wordplay, reflecting the gritty reality of urban culture and the pursuit of success.
[Intro]
(Uh, KD, why— why do people call you KD?)
[Verse 1: Toohda Band$]
Yeah, I'm a shady nigga, but my wrist bright
40K at Neiman's, that ain't nothin', boy, that shit light
Six lines of Wock' in the soda, this a thick Sprite
The opps got guns and we got guns, let's have a stick fight
The AR Blackout, I just named that bitch Midnight
Came out the house with nothin', made twenty, this a good night
I got reach in the pen', I can get you killed with one kite
You ain't trappin' how I'm trappin', you don't take flights
Let a nigga try to take somethin' off me, I'm finna take life
[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
Fat nigga, order lambchops and some steak bites
Shit, whippin' dope up in the kitchen with a steak knife
I did a lot of wrong shit in my life just to play right
Five-seveN penetrate his window, call Safelight
Spin off a block, blow his crib down and then I take flight
The best shit-talker that you know, you better say Mike
Cash on deck, I need it now or you can keep that shit
Ray Rice on that elevator, I just beat this bitch
Or I can pop you in your shit, nigga, we legit
No cap, nigga
This is what we doin', bring that shit back, nigga
A hundred 'bows on the floor, we finna move 'em all
Shit, I can kill your ass too, so don't get too involved
Unky ass at that gas station, still shootin' raw
Fifty in the drum with a switch, watch me shoot it all
Ayy, Ri, bring that shit back, I think I fucked up
My opps tried to slide in the striker, got it cut up
A lot of shells flyin' through this bitch, you better not run up
I popped a nigga then popped another, guess I one-upped
(Uh, KD, why— why do people call you KD?)
[Verse 1: Toohda Band$]
Yeah, I'm a shady nigga, but my wrist bright
40K at Neiman's, that ain't nothin', boy, that shit light
Six lines of Wock' in the soda, this a thick Sprite
The opps got guns and we got guns, let's have a stick fight
The AR Blackout, I just named that bitch Midnight
Came out the house with nothin', made twenty, this a good night
I got reach in the pen', I can get you killed with one kite
You ain't trappin' how I'm trappin', you don't take flights
Let a nigga try to take somethin' off me, I'm finna take life
[Verse 2: RMC Mike]
Fat nigga, order lambchops and some steak bites
Shit, whippin' dope up in the kitchen with a steak knife
I did a lot of wrong shit in my life just to play right
Five-seveN penetrate his window, call Safelight
Spin off a block, blow his crib down and then I take flight
The best shit-talker that you know, you better say Mike
Cash on deck, I need it now or you can keep that shit
Ray Rice on that elevator, I just beat this bitch
Or I can pop you in your shit, nigga, we legit
No cap, nigga
This is what we doin', bring that shit back, nigga
A hundred 'bows on the floor, we finna move 'em all
Shit, I can kill your ass too, so don't get too involved
Unky ass at that gas station, still shootin' raw
Fifty in the drum with a switch, watch me shoot it all
Ayy, Ri, bring that shit back, I think I fucked up
My opps tried to slide in the striker, got it cut up
A lot of shells flyin' through this bitch, you better not run up
I popped a nigga then popped another, guess I one-upped
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