Talk That Shit YFN Lucci

[Verse 1]
Uh, uh, got game like Jesus
Hot boy propane, no fever
I got niggas on the doc like a heaver
Bitch I 'on't get left I'ma leaver
A couple homies went left, I 'on't need 'em
You know we got them pints when you need 'em
Tonight I might go up on a feature
I 'on't know why the fuck they hatin' from the bleachers
I'm too busy ballin', I can't hear ya'
I 'on't know why talkin' we ain't equal
Nigga we been poppin' since Evisu
Don't make get to poppin' at your people
Baby them niggas poppin' don't believe 'em
Baby them niggas following the leader
The only thing I follow is a dollar nigga preach to 'em
Drop the top if you gotta drop throw the peace to 'em
See they ain't talkin' bout shit I'm the chosen one
And if a nigga play put a hole in one
Put some cake on a nigga head on his birthday then he dead fuck nigga we ain't goin' for none
They say I'm gone change, shid change gotta come
You know I had change when I came don't front
A lil' nigga but a nigga stayed in front
They be like, "That lil' nigga stay with a big blunt"
I can't stand no hater
What you know about murder?
Don't be speakin' to me, nigga, we don't know ya'
Don't be speakin' to me, nigga, we don't know ya'
I demand my respect, but sorry I cannot comprehend, if it ain't about a check
Kill yourself die, yeah, Russian Roulette
I'ma make sure you all die, mutha'fuckin' bet