Lil' O - I Don't Talk lyrics

(*talking*) Go to war, go to war b**h n***a, b**h n***a, go to war Go to war (b**h n***a), go to war (b**h n***a) b**h n***a yeah, what-what, yeah (Lil' O) n***a I ain't gon play, and talk to you I'ma get the AK, and the chop for you How you walk around bumping, when you glockless fool Make n***az gon play around, and try to box with you I'ma box you up, put you in a casket Cause n***az get blasted, instead of they a** kicked In the 7-1-Tre, this sh** is drastic n***az disappearing round this b**h, like magic I outlasted boys, cause I out-blasted boys Mashed on n***az, whole crews got destroyed Hopped out of Houpes, with my K making noise To this day I got n***az, running round paranoid Saying Fat Rat Wit Da Cheeze, man he after me Fat Rat Wit Da Cheeze, gon blast on me I didn't go nowhere, cause I owe Fat Rat some cheese And if he catch me, Fat Rat gon make me a casualty (Hook - 2x) n***a I don't talk, or do no discussing I pick up that K, and start to head busting Leave a n***a face down, red like a Russian Then scratch off in the night for real, it ain't nothing (Lil' O) I got a AK-47, with bullets like cone heads And when I let it loose, it eat n***az like corn bread You n***az wanna f** with me, well gon head I turn white T's, and jeans to tone red With my fifty shot AK, b**h n***a eater Twitch blips, like a stick shift on a Feeter Split like lips, when you hit with the heater Chew like chick lips, like you bit by a beaver Whoa, n***a it go down for real When the slugs hit your chest, and spin you round like wheels And fill your body with about, fifty pounds of steel Here go some words of advice, sit down and chill Cause playing round here, gonna get you done They playing round bees, gonna get you stung I'm a made n***a playa, I can get you hung But I'd rather get the K, and let it rip your lungs (Hook - 2x) (Lil' O) Fat Rat Wit Da Cheeze, boy I rip up blocks When I make my K, hiccup shots Are you a fool but I'm stupid I'm cupid, I hit your heart Don't make a n***a come, get you marks cause I will Make you n***az hit the flo' and lie still When I grab the K, and bust like Wild Bill Y'all n***az talk and play, I k** I think y'all better leave me alone, like Ideal Cause I ain't Mr. Friendly, or aww he's cute I'm Mr. AK, Mr. Aim-co*k-And-Shoot I'm Mr. Come-Through-In-A-Lexus, and pop the roof On all you hating a** n***az, that's off of Screw Talking down on a playa, cause I got them figgas And I ride around in a drop, knocking Jigga And I stay on my note, like a opera singer And y'all wanna hate on me, boy I'm not the n***a (Hook - 2x)