Loud Talkers

Doja Clik

But they ain't knowin' no




What you talkin' bout you fumblin' game out your mouth



Better put some stick on your grip and get on a paper route



Cause cream ain't to be fucked with and that's the truth this gamology



Better soak it up and be a hundred proof



Cause you can't be the shit slangin' woof tickets



You better buy you some stick with it cause game is unlimited



Flippin' shit rippin' shit



Young Ren is so versitile, you heard my style is buck wild



But in the meanwhile, motherfuckers in my city want to do what I do



But they P-H me behind my back, why don't you do that, raps are through



Talkin' loud is sayin' nothin', your ass is bluffin'



Just cause everyone is ?, rappin' don't mean that you gonna be slumpin'



I only fuck with the infederal, individuals gettin' pulled



Them player hater searches are makin' Young Ren a criminal



Really though, you don't know shit, I put that on my dick



Fuck a bitch and a snitch, It's all about my grip




Surrender to my will, submit to my game



My daddy just like you want it, broke down like dank



Doja sticky who's with me, yo you ain't no



That this the mackaholic straight lacin' you hoes



Day to day I'm forced to deal with this bullshit



Motherfuckers runnin' around with a hole in they lip



Just a talkin' loud but ain't sayin' a damn



Then when I come around smilin' in my face like we pals



Nigga.. fuck you, suck my dick, I gives a damn, that's how I am



And if you want lets trip, with this some serious, curious



Niggas get fucked, I grap my dick, cock, then bust a nut



Dear Lord forgive me but my future's lookin' dirty and plain



I don't see shit but the motherfuckin' paper I make



My daughter