Itz DJAY - A Taste of Talent (feat. RaffiK) Lyrics

[I love you Austin]
I turn a good girl bad, I make a nice girl sad
Main chick she wanted a watch
Told her don't go in her pocket
Just get the money out the stash
Triple digit on the dash
Pussy that's me going fast, yeah (Yeah)
Triple digit on the dash, yeah
Triple digit on the, triple digit on the
I turn a good girl bad, I make a nice girl sad
Main chick she wanted a watch
Told her don't go in her pocket
Just get the money out the stash
Triple digit on the dash, pussy that's me going fast
All these haters on my ass, but I leave em in the pass
Nigga said I couldn't do it, that same pussy nigga in last
I think I might crash out
He told me to pull up and leave the car running
He bringing the cash out, I told him I'm coming
I'm bringing the choppas, I just left the stash house
He told me hurry, cause niggas is on him
And we got man down, shit we got a man down
Give you a taste of talent this the start
Nigga this more than music, this is art
I cannot leave my niggas in the dark
Know every lyric coming from the heart
Talent with a dash of taste
I ain't stopping till I see them gates
Clutching it up like I'm fighting a case, and it's closed
Niggas stay mad I'm Saul, when I palming the pole
Hop back on this, like bitch Ine never left
These niggas think I won't
I will step on necks for some f*cking checks
These niggas think they hitting licks, nah
Thats petty theft
I'll hit up ya set, hit up a tech
I'm hitting to wreck, start hitting the deck
Taste of talent, know we lit
Parking them bullets in yo son, we making him twitch
Flip a nigga like a switch blade on me
Snipe a nigga like Wesley, if he test me in this bitch
Double f six, celest in bitch
Put you on the market sell for less than a whip
God's hitman, got a mark on my chest
To remember this fit, test me I'm guessing the shit
Copy the form, but can't copy the rizz
Dripping more sauce, get me a bib
Yo bitch ain't a baby, but she in my crib
On this mic I go crazy, but I just want change how I live
No you can't play me, I'm moving too smart
Know that he fronting I'm watching him larp
Talents is dying, these bullets is flying
Like darts how they diving, and send me to Nip
Give you a taste of talent this the start
Nigga this more than music, this is art
I cannot leave my niggas in the dark
Know every lyric coming from the heart
Talent with a dash of taste
I ain't stopping till I see them gates
Clutching it up like I'm fighting a case, and it's closed
Niggas stay mad I'm Saul, when I palming the pole
I turn a good girl bad, I make a nice girl sad
Main chick she wanted a watch
Told her don't go in her pocket
Just get the money out the stash
Triple digit on the dash
Pussy that's me going fast, yeah (Yeah)
Triple digit on the dash, yeah
Triple digit on the, triple digit on the
I turn a good girl bad, I make a nice girl sad
Main chick she wanted a watch
Told her don't go in her pocket
Just get the money out the stash
Triple digit on the dash, pussy that's me going fast
All these haters on my ass, but I leave em in the pass
Nigga said I couldn't do it, that same pussy nigga in last