Talk Big Shit

[Mac Dre]<br>Is it Sleep Dank?<br>Cutthoat Committee<br>Real shitty, nothing pretty<br>Is it Sleep Dank?<br><br>[Verse 1: Mac Dre]<br>I`m in a tight seven tre<br>Four fifty four, four door, mob shot Chevrolet<br>Got four fifteen, Lanzars<br>Hitting so damn hard that I`m setting off alarms<br>Got a fat backwood, car tacked out<br>Fat four four that`ll blow a niggas back out<br>Squatted real low, dank wood killing me<br>AC chilling me, but yall ain`t feeling me<br>A Cutthoat pimp, tripping and flashing<br>Dipping and dashing, I`m sick when I`m smashing<br>M-A-C, Dre bitch<br>Pay bitch if you really want to stay bitch<br><br>[Verse 2: Dubee]<br>I bring fire, retire (?) wannabe killas<br>Can`t fuck with, now who you be, I be that nigga<br>Steady ready to snatch it ticket wicked with a fashion<br>Tough as Tinactin, that bend tricks with a fastness<br>Dipping and dashing, four door Chevy smashing<br>Representing that raw shit, to your jaw shit<br>We be flawless, putting paper over all this<br>But yall just, niggas up in the way up on some garbage<br>That jargon, that make a nigga empty every cartridge<br>Walking target, make you park it where you start it<br>I`m hocking a loogie, its Dubee, I`m telling you<br>PSD, Sleep and Dre and this nigga bout revenue<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>TALK BIG SHIT<br> Big shit talking niggas is off in the building<br>TALK BIG SHIT<br> Exo, cognac, privilege hennesey spilling, we living<br>TALK BIG SHIT<br> All on a hoe, yall ought to know<br>TALK BIG SHIT <br> At the mall or the store, your broad spending doe<br><br>[Verse 3: PSD]<br>See basically hoe, we hyper spaced out<br>Play for the doe but stop hating me hoe<br>Squat up on a one tre zero zero Honda model<br>No helmet on riding one time<br>Shining and glistening, hoes eyeing and listening<br>Judge dying and sentencing, girls smile when they mentioning<br>Two hundred dollars worth of smell (?) they slipping him<br>Quarters zippers on my (?) if its twelve I`m hitting him<br>Long or (?) green weed stall my lids and a Cutthoat is all I`m is<br>Me and my niggas hollering what hoe, we all on a bitch<br>Suck a dick if you cant fuck hoe, swallow the kids<br><br>[Verse 4: Sleep Dank]<br>Check the formats, lay suckas down like floor mats<br>Those who approach get pulled like stagecoaches, we floor cats<br>Turned up with no blood lets make it official<br>These squares play the front,<br>We in the back highly sparked off scud missiles<br>Sip on fosters slowly, hoes drop they panties just to know me<br>And show me, when the five hundred post, bitches kick it like shinobi<br>Plenty fuck trophies; I rock a bitch like a rollie<br>Give her two dubs nigga tell her bring me back 40<br>Scum of the slum, call the bitch names<br>Separate the busters from the thugs, floss it in there face<br>But would I paper chase, these niggas grab the nickel plate<br>And X the faith, on any sorry bitch who want to play<br><br>[Chorus]