[Lyric] Lets Talk About It (Quay Osama x Zack Monte)

[Verse 1: Quay Osama]
Gotta keep a gun I’m not just anybody, (uh uh)
I told bro if hand u my gun u betta hit somebody (on bro)
I'm out riding around with some big sht that a stop a body
Laws be out can’t get caught wit this gun cause it might have some bodies

Yo brother he dead fuck that niggas let’s talk about it
Bro like what if slide threw the hood I told em I highly doubt it
Niggas be in houses that
Niggas Don’t be sliding niggas they still pouting
I told bro be patient we gone catch em we don’t hit up houses

I ain’t gone lie I keep a heat like that nigga wade
62s hot shells hit his head give his ass a fade

My clip heavy hold 30. filled wit FMJ's

I can’t cuff a bitch for shit sorry Bitch I like getting laid

Niggas l stеady tellin stories told em flip thе page
Same niggas y’all be sliding for niggas don’t know y’all name

I just fucked on 2 twin sisters Iont even know they name


We got lasers on our Glocks but we still won't hit em from a range

Yo bitch can’t sit up innis car cause she get wet innit
30 clip wasn’t enough I had to slap the vect innit
Bro he inna kitchen beat the blender Michael Jackson wit it
And if I get jammed up for them bodies I still can't admit I did it

Told the bitch if u knew better bitch u a do better
Me and bro trust cop some new guns
But we ain’t née steppers
I ain’t know we kilt that opp nigga till I seen 3 letters
I put sites on all my guns so I can see better

Attachments on my gun this bitch got the pack a punch
I told bro yea I like faces opps

He like bro just pass the blunt

I just fucked a bitch I’m out of breath I need a asthma pump

The last opp he tried to run i guess he wasn’t fast enough
[Verse 2: Zack Monte}
I done stack that money up so tight I think the band broke , Mr. do her dirty but be cleaner than sum hand soap

He diss all he want think them likes gone get his ass hope

Wish a nigga would grab a chain gone get his ass choked, this bitch think her baby daddy tuff gone get his ass poked, but she can still get cracked and get sent home just like the last hoe , if he ask me did I fuck his bitch gone let his ass know , and if she wanna come Fck on the gang let her ass go

I might leave His as a like Pac but I’ll still let quay hit em up , if me and bro catch em from both sides he won’t be getting up, say she got a nigga Imma laugh cause ion give a fck, this bitch it go too fast I just might crash and fuck the rental up

Told that bitch if u knew better than u a do better, gotta black bitch but she half white I call her Cruella

I can’t wear my ice up in the summer need a new weather , Big always stay wit the cheese he need sum new cheddar