Mac Dre

Talk Big Shit

Mac Dre


(feat. Sleep Dank) 

[Mac Dre] 
Is it Sleep Dank? 
Cutthoat Committee 
Real shitty, nothing pretty 
Is it Sleep Dank? 

[Verse 1: Mac Dre] 
I'm in a tight seven tre 
Four fifty four, four door, mob shot Chevrolet 
Got four fifteen, Lanzars 
Hitting so damn hard that I'm setting off alarms 
Got a fat backwood, car tacked out 
Fat four four that'll blow a niggas back out 
Squatted real low, dank wood killing me 
AC chilling me, but yall ain't feeling me 
A Cutthoat pimp, tripping and flashing 
Dipping and dashing, I'm sick when I'm smashing 
M-A-C, Dre bitch 
Pay bitch if you really want to stay bitch 

[Verse 2: Dubee] 
I bring fire, retire (?) wannabe killas 
Can't fuck with, now who you be, I be that nigga 
Steady ready to snatch it ticket wicked with a fashion 
Tough as Tinactin, that bend tricks with a fastness 
Dipping and dashing, four door Chevy smashing 
Representing that raw shit, to your jaw shit 
We be flawless, putting paper over all this 
But yall just, niggas up in the way up on some garbage 
That jargon, that make a nigga empty every cartridge 
Walking target, make you park it where you start it 
I'm hocking a loogie, its Dubee, I'm telling you 
PSD, Sleep and Dre and this nigga bout revenue 

[Chorus] 

TALK BIG SHIT 
Big shit talking niggas is off in the building 
TALK BIG SHIT 
Exo, cognac, privilege hennesey spilling, we living 
TALK BIG SHIT 
All on a hoe, yall ought to know 
TALK BIG SHIT 
At the mall or the store, your broad spending doe 

[Verse 3: PSD] 
See basically hoe, we hyper spaced out 
Play for the doe but stop hating me hoe 
Squat up on a one tre zero zero Honda model 
No helmet on riding one time 
Shining and glistening, hoes eyeing and listening 
Judge dying and sentencing, girls smile when they mentioning 
Two hundred dollars worth of smell (?) they slipping him 
Quarters zippers on my (?) if its twelve I'm hitting him 
Long or (?) green weed stall my lids and a Cutthoat is all I'm is 
Me and my niggas hollering what hoe, we all on a bitch 
Suck a dick if you cant fuck hoe, swallow the kids 

[Verse 4: Sleep Dank] 
Check the formats, lay suckas down like floor mats 
Those who approach get pulled like stagecoaches, we floor cats 
Turned up with no blood lets make it official 
These squares play the front, 
We in the back highly sparked off scud missiles 
Sip on fosters slowly, hoes drop they panties just to know me 
And show me, when the five hundred post, bitches kick it like shinobi 
Plenty fuck trophies; I rock a bitch like a rollie 
Give her two dubs nigga tell her bring me back 40 
Scum of the slum, call the bitch names 
Separate the busters from the thugs, floss it in there face 
But would I paper chase, these niggas grab the nickel plate 
And X the faith, on any sorry bitch who want to play 

[Chorus]