[ Featuring Zaytoven, Toyko Vanity ]
Zaytoven
Yeah
Talk a lot of shit
Real boss nigga, I'll f*ck a nigga bitch
Talk that shit but I roll wit' it
Talk, talk that shit but I roll wit' it
Talk, talk that shit but I roll wit' it
Talk, talk that shit but I roll wit' it
Talk, talk that shit, back, back it up
Talk, talk that shit, back, back it up
Talk, talk that shit, back, back it up
Talk, talk that shit and I back it up
Do the Boosie Boo, do the Boosie Boo
Put your hands in the air like you 'bout to shoot
Do the Boosie Boo, do the Boosie Boo
Put your hands in the air like you 'bout to shoot
Do the Tallahatchie, do the Talli Talli
Pull your money out your pocket like you're ready ready
Do the Talli Talli, do the Talli Talli
Uptown where you at? Do the Talli Talli
Do the BG, the BG
Do your dance, hit the whine like BG
Do the BG, the BG
Get that pussy hollerin' like BG
Now twerk like you from New Orleans
Twerk like you from New Orleans
Twerk like you from New Orleans
Work like you from New Orleans
She ain't got no filter, she ain't got no filter filter
She ain't got no filter, she be twerkin' in the mirror
Big boss shit, everybody drinkin' liquor
When I'm on the liquor I'm a whole different nigga
When I get f*cked up, you might get f*cked up
If I swing, bitch, duck, somebody done f*cked up
Look at her twerkin' bad like she got a good f*ck
If you plan on tryin' Boosie, good luck
Bitch, you know what's up
Talk that shit but I roll wit' it
Talk, talk that shit but I roll wit' it
Talk, talk that shit but I roll wit' it
Talk, talk that shit but I roll wit' it
Talk, talk that shit, back, back it up
Talk, talk that shit, back, back it up
Talk, talk that shit, back, back it up
Talk, talk that shit and I back it up
Can you back it up?
I can back it
Can you back it up?
I can back it
Can you back it up?
Yeah, I can back it up
Can you back it up?
I can back it
Can you back it up?
I can back it
Nigga, can you back it up?
I can back it up
Can you back it up?
Yeah, I can back it up
Can you back it up?
I can back it
Bitch I can back it up, I'm mackin' up
All y'all bitches trash as f*ck
Bucket to the ceiling, trippin' bitch that's what the mask is for
All my partnas bangin', slangin', I tell 'em, "What's brackin' brah?"
If he ain't got no goals, then throwin' fours, that shit ain't fake stuff
I hang with pretty bitches, who buy riches
Prolly catch them in your kitchen, lock that shit up, moving stickin'
By my money need my chicken, get your nigga out his pension
Shit is wicked, bitch, I need it
I can't f*ck with bottom feeders, bitch
If you got a big ass in them jeans
He a thirsty nigga, go and fill that hoe a drink
If you got a lil' ass in them pants
Go and run it up, make that nigga spend them bands, bitch
