Shiest Talk
 作词 : Dominique Jones/Julian Mason/Kelton Scott II/Lontrell Donell Williams Jr.
 作曲 : Dominique Jones/Julian Mason/Kelton Scott II/Lontrell Donell Williams Jr.
 Used to dream of driving foreigns had to grab one
 Of all my mama's children, I'm the bad one. I admit that
 God gone have to call and tell me to give yo shit back
 I was thuggin' way before Tony put Trevor on a shit bag

 Lil' Juan got killed, it hit me been my nigga since elementary
 Justin tried to make me go half on buddy lawyer, I wasn't wit it
 All these niggas do is brag but go out bad, I just don't get it
 They be poppin' on the gram, but they can't pop out in my city
 Every charged I had dismissed, swallow my kids, you don't get no kiss
 Ion play games but a nigga send blitz
 Everything change when a nigga get rich
 Glock with a switch, how a nigga gone miss
 Made you that, now a nigga tryna diss
 Some of this shit, I'm just never gone get
 Ion **** around, I can still get bricks
 Foes to the grave, I ain't never gone switch
 Where the **** I'm gon' go?
 She got everything Young Coco
 I just gave my hood some more hope
 We just sold another truckload
 Bought her everythin' in Soho
 She can't keep me on the low low
 You know I'm a big bill (Ayy, yuh, yup)

 2 fons sittin' up in my lap, can't even control the wheel
 I gotta stary actin' more like a rapper and stop tryna kill
 Some niggas wit me caught a body, keep it solid wit me still
 Play wit us, I bet you call it off
 They know big shiest take beef for real
 Then the more I get to flashin', get to crashin', I ain't tryna chill
 Yo, bitch gon' drop her panties
 Diamonds dancin', I'm just standin' still
 I used to go zip shit up for a ten
 Now, it's gone cost a mil
 Niggas don't never wanna put in work
 Pick up my chop, know how I do
 If you spot shiesty with baby
 We slidin' round wit four carbons full
 But them niggas just tired of gettin' bullied, we is not into it
 When I see all them views watchin'
 Wait 'til I put you up in a wood
 9/11, we got eyes on 'em, bitches overstood
 I pull up shootin' up in yo projects, say I can't go to my hood
 Brr
 Brr, brr
 Ayy, yuh

 Used to dream of driving foreigns had to grab one
 Of all my mama's children, I'm the bad one. I admit that
 God gone have to call and tell me to give yo shit back
 I was thuggin' way before Tony put Trevor on a shit bag