Talk On My Name - Sevaqk, Rv, Aystar

I’m in the cut with Bruce

And they’re looking at me confused

Like what’s that shit on your shoes?

Is it Loubs or an opp boy’s juice?

My wrap sheet speaks for itself

I ain’t got nothing to prove

Talk on my name, that’s loose

Move, don’t get yourself got for views

I’m in the cut with Bruce

And they’re looking at me confused

Like what’s that shit on your shoes?

Is it Loubs or an opp boy’s juice?

My wrap sheet speaks for itself

I ain’t got nothing to prove

Talk on my name, that’s loose

Move, don’t get yourself got for views

Took my young boy for a drive

Told him make that beat like Sykes

Any opp that you see you best hit that

Don’t think think twice, just hit it like Nike

I’m never empty handed

Gotta step with a skeng or a knife

And bro just said that I’m tapped cah I’m too anti like my uncle’s wife

Real recognise real

Not one day I don’t step with my steel

Get round there on a casual day on a outfit that costs 25 bills

Load up the clip, jump in the whip

Skid skrrr, rev up my wheels

All the gold teeth that I bought for the stap

Look, I had to go get me my grills

You couldn’t walk a mile in my shoes

Some things are only for bosses

If my plug didn’t rise the price

I swear on my life I never would have robbed him

Went OT for a fortnight, killed the game and I came back flossing

I remember when a Range was out of my range till I went to the dealer and

copped it

I’m in the cut with Bruce

And they’re looking at me confused

Like what’s that shit on your shoes?

Is it Loubs or an opp boy’s juice?

My wrap sheet speaks for itself

I ain’t got nothing to prove

Talk on my name, that’s loose

Move, don’t get yourself got for views

I’m in the cut with Bruce

And they’re looking at me confused

Like what’s that shit on your shoes?

Is it Loubs or an opp boy’s juice?

My wrap sheet speaks for itself

I ain’t got nothing to prove

Talk on my name, that’s loose

Move, don’t get yourself got for views

I’m in the cut with the .44, you don’t wanna get yourself slapped

Big sweets in the ting, any bone get touched gets snapped

Circle the opp block, nigga this shit’s been lapped

Anyhow I see a opp, better know I’m gonna get man clapped

These niggas want beef, same niggas ain’t got one strap

So how they gonna beef with the kid?

I’ll get round there like The Stig

Pull up, skid, skrrr, splash and leave two slugs in his ribs

I’ll get man clipped for a quid

They won’t even know who it is

I’m in the cut with Bruce and they’re looking at me confused

Cause I just left all shells on the scene and I didn’t even leave no clues

Had man tripping over his shoes

He didn’t wanna get hit with that rouge

I’m in the cut with Bruce

And they’re looking at me confused

Like what’s that shit on your shoes?

Is it Loubs or an opp boy’s juice?

My wrap sheet speaks for itself

I ain’t got nothing to prove

Talk on my name, that’s loose

Move, don’t get yourself got for views

I’m in the cut with Bruce

And they’re looking at me confused

Like what’s that shit on your shoes?

Is it Loubs or an opp boy’s juice?

My wrap sheet speaks for itself

I ain’t got nothing to prove

Talk on my name, that’s loose

Move, don’t get yourself got for views

You’re a rap boy and a typer

Lil bro just caught him a case, if he lose it then he’s sitting down with lifers

Big bro’s just out here dishing up boxes, that boy’s far from a fighter

And we’ve still got tings in boots, star in the hood just do it like Stryder

Try run but he felt that burn

Usain couldn’t make that turn

Bro wanna get smokey on a Friday, see me pulling up like Big Worm

Still pull up crash, dash and repeat cah them boys don’t learn

Stop man if they’re talking reckless, told SJ bill up them herbs

In the cut with M and Rose and it don’t even matter which ones

And they’ve both got different guns

It don’t even matter which ones

Old school, I woulda just DigDat till I got blood on my Air Force 1's

Don’t need no bouncer cause I play dirty with live corn in my gun

I’m in the cut with Bruce

And they’re looking at me confused

Like what’s that shit on your shoes?

Is it Loubs or an opp boy’s juice?

My wrap sheet speaks for itself

I ain’t got nothing to prove

Talk on my name, that’s loose

Move, don’t get yourself got for views

I’m in the cut with Bruce

And they’re looking at me confused

Like what’s that shit on your shoes?

Is it Loubs or an opp boy’s juice?

My wrap sheet speaks for itself

I ain’t got nothing to prove

Talk on my name, that’s loose

Move, don’t get yourself got for views