Talk That 2020

I'll die over this chain before I tuck it
 Nigga, I'll die a broke rapper before I be a puppet, huh
 So much chicken in this bitch, we can make dumplings
 I hit the stage, pop a pill, I'm like David Ruffin
 Fuck, I look like fuckin' a bitch for nothin', huh?
 Bitch, I need a slip or somethin'
 So what, you super bad? Bitch, I ain't McLovin
 Bitch, I need my bread, I need my Egg McMuffin
 My bitch got a new trick, she say he play for the Denver Nuggets
 And she got an old nigga and I call him Benjamin Button
 I ask Baby J why he ride around with the whole hundred
 He say he tryna hit legs, head, chest, and his stomach
 Keep it gangster with me, huh, I'll keep it gangster too
 Nigga, you can't fake the truth
 Say you got some killers, lil' nigga, I'm not amused
 Boy, I got 'em too
 Bitch, you wanna see a legend? I'm the living proof
 These niggas ain't with no action, they all digital
 These niggas, they just talk loud, I call 'em Mystikals
 Until we whip them choppers out and start shootin' visuals
 They done walked the walk, they talk the talk
 I guess these niggas like just hearin' they self
 These niggas bark, bark, no bite at all
 It's like these niggas, they be killin' they self
 I got 448 on that digital scale
 I got an old prostitute that look like Patti LaBelle
 While my old bitches tell me that I'm dirty as hell
 Huh? And she got pussy for sale
 Huh, I just hit a famous bitch, huh, with the windmill
 Huh, Dominique Wilkins
 I just pressed up some fake Percs with some Benadryl
 Huh? He don't know these pills fiction
 Unc in here whippin' grams, this Hell's Kitchen
 He got the old recipe, this shit vintage
 Huh, walk in the trap, smell vinegar and chitterlings
 The dope smell like vinegar, my fiend in here shittin'
 Huh, wanna fuck Lonnie Bands? It's a privilege
 A lot of these bitches pay me, but won't admit it
 These bitches go get boyfriends, then act different
 Baby, I know you found some romance, but don't lie on my pimpin'
 I talk that shit 'cause I live that shit, shh
 Hey, I talk that shit 'cause I live that shit, nigga, shh
 Hold on, hey
 You fell in love with the bitch, I pimped on the bitch
 Get to runnin' off the lip, now you got hit, shh
 You got to run off at the lip, then you got hit, huh