Talk Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[G#]Chop[G#5]pers & Bricks (G[G#]Y you did it,
you heard?)
(D- D- DJ Paul)
Uh- oh
[G#5]Shit '[G#]bout to get real[A5]
Nigga [Am]gave me some work,

[Verse 2]
[Am]
I up and ran off (yoom)
I ain't gon' let my block hurt,
I hit my man off (hit him)
You want some smoke,
I throw them [A5]bullets [Am]like [G#]a fastball (yeah)
You talkin' 'bout puttin' me in the dirt?
[A5](Tal[Am]k your a[A5]ss off)
You make a call on me,
that'll be your [Bb]last [A5]call (last one)
I'm [G#]comin' [E]to see you,
all you [G#]do i[A5]s (talk your ass off)
She say she want that dick,
I knocked her ass [G#]off (knocked her)
She thought her pussy was the shit,
[A5]she [Am](talk yo[A5]ur ass off)
I got a hot girl, remind me of Kash Doll
[G#]She take that mask off,
I told her (talk your [Am]ass [A5]off)
You want beef with [Am]me? Man,
that's a bad [A5]call [G#](bad)
I ain't gon' cap, I'ma move first,
[Am]you (talk your ass off)
Real [A5]over [Am]here,
fake over there and it's a stand off
Game on the line, we tryna win,
I take the handoff (off)
I told [A5]that bitch come in [Am]my room, f[A5]irst,
take your pants off (take 'em off)
I ain't [Am]got time if all you
do is (talk your ass off)
I hit the streets, got straight to work and went
straight past [A5]y'all (straight past)
I mean, I [Am]blast off, snitch niggas,
can't stand y'all (at all)
I don't do no trash talk
(nah), haters get [A5]left off [G#](left)
I let that K blast off,
you [Am](talk your ass off)
Keep playin' [A5]with me,
I'll make your mama get [Am]that sad call
I made my circle tight and small
and it's been payin' off
[E]A lot o[Am]f niggas just don't know it,
I've been sparin' y'all
[G#]The in[G#5]ternet, [G#]I'm layin' o[A5]ff
[Am](talk your ass off, go)

[Verse 3]
Her man [Am]a junkie, yeah,
real flunkie, but I'm the real boss
I let [G#]my money keep talkin' for me,
now (talk your [Am]ass off)
He throwin' shots, they indirect,
but now the glove's off
[G#]High paid attorneys if I get caught
then (talk y[Am]our ass off)
Plug dropped the price the time I cop it and
it's that real raw (that dirty)
Talkin' 'bout that shit that leave you numb,
this shit might freeze your jaw
You see some shit you shouldn't have saw,
you better not call the law (no)
We shoot first then ask questions later like
Quick Draw McGraw (bah- bah)
Lil' jit keep stackin' up on choppers,
he ready for war
A half a brick or even less to
find you dead in your car
I beat addiction and wrote a book
dedicated to Scarr
Somebody lied, [G#]I'm not [Am]a star now (talk your ass off,
it's Gucci)

[Verse 4]
Choppers [Am]& Bricks[G#]
Talk your ass [Am]off[G#]
Talk your ass off