Talk Aminé (Ft. Saba)

[Intro: Aminé]
Can I sing for you?
That bitch is lookin' worked up
I got 'em mad and now they feelings gettin' turned up
You say you poppin', but your crowd be soundin' chirped up
Them crickets louder than yo' baby mama's first cub, nigga, get your work up

[Verse 1: Aminé]
My dawgs with me like we in Petco
I'm a OG, you a retro (Ugh)
The niggas hatin' on me ride the metro
I earned so much, I'm Ernesto
Been doin' this shit from the get-go
And my eyes real, real low from the petrol (True)
The snakes gon' hate, let the Drac' go
But you can't hate when my chain cost your payroll (Damn)
Pen game good and my dick good (Wow)
I really wish a bitch would
Got her ass out, she a standout (Mm)
And she got a kid, I'm a dad now
TSA trip with the pat-down
Feel like Herbo when a nigga got them racks out
What I gotta do to go dumb?
Your girlfriend know where I'm from
I'm a west coast nigga, but you already know (Ooh-wee)
I got hunnids in my pockets and your bitch at the door
I'm like DiCaprio on Wall Street
I'ma hustle real hard 'til they off me
I'm a wolf in the pack like I'm Lil B
Nigga, you can't faze me, you crazy?