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Description
Rapvocalist: Skrilla
Rapvocalist: Lil Baby
Composer Lyricist, Producer: Derrick Milano
Producer: Audio Jacc
Aand Radministrator: Liz Isik
A& R: Vidal Barclay
Mixing Engineer: Mohammed Rashid
Mastering Engineer: Dave Huffman
Composer Lyricist: Jemille Edwards
Composer Lyricist: Dominique Jones
Composer Lyricist: Jack Cohen-Mungan
Composer Lyricist: Jacob Cooper
Lyrics and translation
Original
This shit gonna be crazy, Jack!
I don't talk on phones, barely talk to niggas.
I don't talk to hoes, I don't speak on niggas. I be talkin' facts, miss me with that cap shit. If we talkin' bags,
I be talkin' fast. Talk, talk, talk, talk.
I don't talk on phones, barely talk to niggas. Talk, talk, talk, talk.
If we talkin' bags, I be talkin' fast.
Sharin' the house with J's, the doors ain't got no locks, so I can't sleep.
Could've been with homies, motherfucker raw, so I can't leave.
Workin' out the window, I don't treat 'em like they smokers, treat 'em like my kinfolk. Cut 'em and I count 'em, go see what they in for.
Tell a bro come get me, somebody hit that window.
Gotta go when that shit on, you can't miss that window.
Fast cars, a bunch of cash, that's my M. O. White, hard, Percs, bars. I went up to
Mars, I'll be back tomorrow.
Niggas ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', I barely hear 'em when they talk.
Made a hundred somethin' million, nigga, I ain't goin' back and forth, yeah. I don't talk on phones, barely talk to niggas.
I don't talk to hoes, I don't speak on niggas. I be talkin' facts, miss me with that cap shit.
If we talkin' bags, I be talkin' fast.
Talk, talk, talk, talk. I don't talk on phones, barely talk to niggas.
Talk, talk, talk, talk. If we talkin' bags, I be talkin' fast.
Bitch, I talk Javonte Davis, that's that knockout, dove food pedigree.
Alligator tranquilizer, xanaxine, that make a better me.
I can't hit the cup, I'm too geeked up off rollin' ketamine. VS1s inside my Rolex watch, I got on seven digits.
What the fuck wrong with my mind? Zombieland where I wanna be.
Pull up all black, five percent tint, bulletproof on BPV.
Mason Margiel denim tears, the Saint Laurent, no gallery. I could send a blitz and get a nigga whacked, ain't pay a fee.
I don't talk on phones, barely talk to niggas.
I don't talk to hoes, I don't speak on niggas. I be talkin' facts, miss me with that cap shit. If we talkin' bags,
I be talkin' fast.
Talk, talk, talk, talk.
I don't talk on phones, barely talk to niggas. Talk, talk, talk, talk.
If we talkin' bags, I be talkin' fast.
English translation
This shit gonna be crazy, Jack!
I don't talk on phones, barely talk to niggas.
I don't talk to hoes, I don't speak on niggas. I be talkin' facts, miss me with that cap shit. If we talkin' bags,
I be talkin' fast. Talk, talk, talk, talk.
I don't talk on phones, barely talk to niggas. Talk, talk, talk, talk.
If we talkin' bags, I be talkin' fast.
Sharin' the house with J's, the doors ain't got no locks, so I can't sleep.
Could've been with homies, motherfucker raw, so I can't leave.
Workin' out the window, I don't treat 'em like they smokers, treat 'em like my kinfolk. Cut 'em and I count 'em, go see what they in for.
Tell a bro come get me, somebody hit that window.
Gotta go when that shit on, you can't miss that window.
Fast cars, a bunch of cash, that's my M. O. White, hard, Percs, bars. I went up to
Mars, I'll be back tomorrow.
Niggas ain't talkin' 'bout nothin', I barely hear 'em when they talk.
Made a hundred somethin' million, nigga, I ain't goin' back and forth, yeah. I don't talk on phones, barely talk to niggas.
I don't talk to hoes, I don't speak on niggas. I be talkin' facts, miss me with that cap shit.
If we talkin' bags, I be talkin' fast.
Talk, talk, talk, talk. I don't talk on phones, barely talk to niggas.
Talk, talk, talk, talk. If we talkin' bags, I be talkin' fast.
Bitch, I talk Javonte Davis, that's that knockout, dove food pedigree.
Alligator tranquilizer, xanaxine, that make a better me.
I can't hit the cup, I'm too geeked up off rollin' ketamine. VS1s inside my Rolex watch, I got on seven digits.
What the fuck wrong with my mind? Zombieland where I wanna be.
Pull up all black, five percent tint, bulletproof on BPV.
Mason Margiel denim tears, the Saint Laurent, no gallery. I could send a blitz and get a nigga whacked, ain't pay a fee.
I don't talk on phones, barely talk to niggas.
I don't talk to hoes, I don't speak on niggas. I be talkin' facts, miss me with that cap shit. If we talkin' bags,
I be talkin' fast.
Talk, talk, talk, talk.
I don't talk on phones, barely talk to niggas. Talk, talk, talk, talk.
If we talkin' bags, I be talkin' fast.