Talk Big Shit - Mac Dre, Cutthoat Committee

Is it Sleep Dank?

Cutthoat Committee

Real shitty, nothing pretty

Is it Sleep Dank?

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

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

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

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 can’t fuck hoe, swallow the kids

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