YBN Nahmir – Talkin Lyrics
Talkin By YBN Nahmir Ayy, ayy, ayy Roar Came in this b---- with my young n---- stuntin’ You play with the gang and the Glock gon get busted I went off to London, he came back with somethin’ I’m making that call and my young n----- comin’ Facts, I was just stuffing them birds in their lack Tell my young brothers hit the blunt and relax I might get the trip with young peace in the back I’m counting these fifties, put up in a stack, ayy ‘Member when I had s---, now a lil’ n---- got rich ‘Member seeing bro trapping, now we living lavish Tried to run, he got shot in the back Still mad, I had to ghost ’em with Mack Caught ’em slipping, got em down in their packs I’ma just stack it and go get the cash, ayy Big 44 Running round town with like four hoes N----- hate ’cause my wrist froze “Your brother fake,” he not me though Boy approach me, then I open that bag ‘Cause if we need it, then we takin’ yo’ bread Gotta watch when we talking to Feds The police don’t play ’cau