Talkin' Shit

[Dalima] Verse 1 Yo, Dalima in the club with that good aroma Yellin at that chick that got shit I wanna Know and that I really could if I wanna But I'd rather get a drink than pour it on her, ha Cuz I'm known for that, fucked up drunk off koniak Got narcotic won't roll the sacks up in the back Where the pack of security at, so, on the real I'm used to this Throw your hands up oh deucin this Brand new trucks all blue and this Without a doubt and I doubt yall used to this Uh so don't be acting scared cuz we just love to stay in pairs Talk talk like we don't care we'll fuck your hoes and pull they hair But the nigga for real dubbed out with a doubt like half a pill You niggas be saving them hoes thats for real, cup taking and trickin all your skrill When I burst centrifugal, critical individual bust a lyrical eye make her when I be Enemy mixed of pitiful then send a couple of my gilla niggas to get you [Hook] [Dalima] Verse 2 Put game on the track when I rack it up Got a bad lil bitch tryna back it up Tellin me whatever to get me to acting up But then dalima X'ed out for harrassin us No, and she actin pissed got mad cuz a nigga done called her bitch (bitch!) Tryna hate cuz she felt her pits then told another chick that I ain't shit, so It don't even matter, you can ask her kaliko is scatter Tech got a slut plus she bad e-nough to make anybody go bananas Yo, but it don't phase me, what would chick be thinkin that she could play me Even if you could get me to thinkin maybe, it's all good cuz I've been drinkin baby (No) This pimp will next her, don't sip it when I grip when I text her Cop four with the kid from dexter, bottle the lab with a bag protector (eyy) I'm bringin the heat, young Dalima da gilla fin to aim the piece You can't talk slit to a can of grease talk shit if you want dude we talkin shit [Hook] [Tech N9ne] Verse 3 I think I hit her in the parkin lot A little wild chick in here that can bark a lot (Woof) Went ballistic when I spark the crotch Looking for niggas like where for art the cock When I went into the barber shop Then a nigga knew the rumors are gonna start to pop Stop, me at the barber shots What I remember with the kooch she really farts a lot Then I had to call my nigga dalima And he said he was fucked up and he could barely remember the what? Nigga said that he could barely remember the gut Then he said he couldn't even remember the nut So I step in the club stern, no shit real quick a nigga shrug burn And said when will you sluts learn, that every one of my bitches they got rug burn Groupie bitch study runnin your mouth, caddy maddy gave me the gat And now we gunnin your mouth, run in your house cause you was sayin something about Tecca Nina hittin regina leavin cum on the couch Don't make me have to go and summon the grouch Bet you a nobody will come when you shout (Hey!) You better go and try to come and you out And lay it from me once you tell me who out, Bitch!