[Verse 1] 

I tried to talk to him 

Quit talkin, I’ma hang ya by your tongue, Yea 

Any motormouth could get hung high 

We don’t fuck wit niggaz like fungi 

We don’t even hear ya 

Hollerin bullshit nigga quit the diaherra 

Pistol lie inside of the armrest, um yes 

Lay a nigga down in his own mess, don’t mess 

Playa fuck around wit the homeless, charmless 

You can leave out here armless, no homies 

Honest, you niggaz is harmless 

I’m calm as a Don is supposed to (be) 

Costa Nostra, don’t ever approach him 

Don’t get close to him 

Shootouts and nothin but rock n roll to him 

Leave your blood on the dash, call it rose wood 

‘Nother murder, ‘Nother page out the notebook 

It ain’t nothin it don’t make it if you no good 

I tried to talk to him, but then a nigga had to

[Chorus] 

Hit ’em up, Hit ’em up 

I ain’t even wanna hit ’em up really, I was tryna be calm 

But, uh, that chopper Rrrot, put his head in his arms 

And man, I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to him

Hit ’em up, Hit ’em up 

I ain’t even wanna hit ’em up, fuck it make a nigga get loose 

He had too much talkin, not enough Deuce’ 

I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to him 

Hit ’em up, Hit ’em up 

I ain’t even wanna hit ’em up hit ’em up 

I ain’t even wanna hit ’em but I hit ’em up [Gun shot] 

I tried to talk to him, I tried to talk to him

[Verse 2] 

Y’all take them shoes off your teeth 

Stop runnin your mouth 

No shoes, no feet, I’ll run in your mouth 

I’ll come to your house, me and my goons 

Loadin up bangers, ridin under the moon 

Throwin up fingers sayin «My side rule» 

If a nigga disagree, that’s when my side prove 

That Maybach coupe a cock-eyed fool 

And I’m «in it like Bennet» hoe, aren’t I cool 

But if that thermostat switch and that needle move 

Then the attitude switch and the heat’ll move 

I got that, Shakita banana, clip for the tool 

Me the disaster, pity the fool, eat a catastrophe 

Swallow the truth, belch reality 

How does it taste, Pie to your face, You a bitch nigga 

All pussy, stop comin out your lips nigga 

I tried to talk him, but then a nigga had to

[Chorus]

[Verse 3] 

Real talk boy, chill wit the talk boy 

That tommy gun’ll tear your neighborhood apart boy 

Yeah, leave your feelings in your heart boy 

Start with the wrong boy, you end wit a stone boy 

Wit your friends, to carry you alone 

To a concrete mattress and a fluffy tombstone 

Fuck discussion, I ain’t in to it boy 

I just get to it, let’s do it, rip through a boy 

Big uzi, tissue the boy 

I’m inside lookin out, you just an intruder boy 

You need sooches on your smooches boy 

But, I tried to talk to him, but then a nigga had to

[Chorus]

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