Don’t Gotta Talk

(Pipe that shit up, TnT, Tahj Money)
(TJ produced it)

Look, turnt up
Bitch I need that drank to make me sit down
Actin' like he wit' it, blow that glizzy
Make 'em get down rolled up
YoungBoy got that smoke to blow yo' do' down
He gon' need a ghost detector for
To get his soul found ()
Bitch, I’m in here
Run up on his gang and getcha' top peeled
I don’t gotta talk or say a word
They know how I’m is
I can’t leave the house
But niggas know it’s still my year ba, ba
Pussy bitches scared just from the ad-libs

Ask Joe, cut up just like them hoes
And we gon' drag him
Dump the money out the bag
And fuckin' body bag him hop out the rental
Strip the tags and buss until you smash him
Look, YoungBoy got that shit
That make them jump
That makе they pussy pop
YoungBoy got them straps with zombie tips
To comе pop off ya top
Shawty got that clout that get you caught
And knocked off on the block
Huh? Strip that nigga down
Walk in and then the do' close
Stand up, back to back
We clear this bitch out with a fo' fo'
Nigga think he raw
He in the building with them dumb hoes
Well I’ma Emmie Till him with this Glock
Came with a snub nose
Runnin' fast, dove across the fence
Cops on his ass now
Plenty bands for the many mans
Up in the class
Steady playin', give his ass a
Tan with this Gat, huh
That Molly sand gone from off
Them Xans, can’t even act, huh

Look, turnt up
Bitch I need that drank to make me sit down
Actin' like he wit' it, blow that glizzy
Make 'em get down rolled up
YoungBoy got that smoke to blow yo' do' down
He gon' need a ghost detector for
To get his soul found bitch, I’m in here
Run up on his gang and getcha' top peeled
I don’t gotta talk or say a word
They know how I’m is
I can’t leave the house
But niggas know it’s still my year ba, ba
Pussy bitches scared just from the ad-libs