Talk Big Shit

[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]