Dogshit Talker Songtext

Spent five racks in Saks Fifth, ain't nothin' but fifty blues
Nigga, you couldn't walk a fuckin' mile in these Christian Loubs (Nigga)

Loud-talkin'-ass nigga, he be in the bleachers, baby (Yeah)
I'm a ballin'-ass nigga, I hit buzzer-beaters, baby
Come here, let me take you shoppin', I'm a drug dealеr, baby (Come here, baby)
Yеah, we them niggas poppin', we don't see them niggas, baby (Nigga, yeah)
Huh, nigga can't see me, huh
I'ma dunk on fuck niggas like I'm Greek Freak (Rrr)
Brodie got the— armed and dangerous (Armed and dangerous)
I mix red bottoms with Palm Angels (Yeah)
Nigga, my neck and wrist straight water (Bling)
Hmm, nigga, that bitch don't lock, hit it harder (Rrt, rrt, rrt, rrt)
Hmm, nigga, if you get caught, move smarter (Move smarter, nigga)
Bae, come and fuck a dog-shit talker (Come here, bae)

I'm applyin' straight pressure and I ain't lettin' up
I'm goin' over the speed limit, nigga, ain't no catchin' up (Yoom)
If this rap shit don't work, nigga, I can get it out the street (Nigga)
You doin' all that hatin', nigga, I'm doin' fifty in a week (Beep, beep, beep) Bad red bitch with me, nigga, we in a Bentley coupe (Yeah)
I'm a self-made boss, nigga, I don't need no business suit (Yeah)
Spent five racks in Saks Fifth, ain't nothin' but fifty blues
Nigga, you couldn't walk a fuckin' mile in these Christian Loubs (Nigga)