Testo di Gotta Blast – The Talentless ft. Babytali, FCH

[Chorus: FCH]
Throwing up the 4s, really going brazy
Brought my bitch to Gucci, while you take yo bitch to Macy's
Audemar be on my wrist, this cost me about 80
You following my orders, like you end up in the navy
Ball on a bitch like an OKC Thunder, I ain’t talking about Kevin Durant
Fucking this thot, then fucking this groupie and then kick you out no Jackie Chan
Getting my money and then stack it up, told my niggas that I gotta go with a plan
I'm on my own on a mission to get to the top so I can become the man

[Verse 1: FCH]
Jotting down some notes while we end up the discussion
Walk up in the building like we causing mass destruction
All my niggas called me so I pull up to the function
End a niggas lives dont give a damn like thеm Russians
Talking all that shit imma light you up like a lighter
Nevеr giving up on my shit cause im a fighter
Ended up taking yo girl just for one night uh
Got yo bitch yea she is a freak she is a biter
Going stupid with this AK had me running fast
Going over 90 yeah im Tay-K gotta blast
Winning all this money but this shit won't ever last
Gotta move on, gotta leave you in the past

[Chorus: FCH]
Throwing up the 4s, really going brazy
Brought my bitch to Gucci, while you take yo bitch to Macy’s
Audemar be on my wrist, this cost me about 80
You following my orders, like you end up in the navy
Ball on a bitch like an OKC Thunder, I ain't talking about Kevin Durant
Fucking this thot, then fucking this groupie and then kick you out no Jackie Chan
Getting my money and then stack it up, told my niggas that I gotta go with a plan
I'm on my own on a mission to get to the top so I can become the man

[Verse 2: babytali]
Brought my bitch some Gucci, while you still shopping at macys
All my niggas crazy, yeah they shoot shit like the navy (fa fa)
Stop calling my phone bitch, I am not yo fucking baby (not yo fucking baby)
And please don't hit my shit if you not tryna pay me
Walk up in the spot yeah my niggas pulling stacks out
Fuck a nigga up yeah Street‘ll pull them MACs out (fa fa)
He don't want no smoke he don't wanna hear them MAC sounds
My nigga be cooking beats yea bitch that's how that Mac sound
Running out of time, yeah I'm running out of space (running out of space)
Count my money up and I’m coming for your place (coming for your place)
Gonna be famous, just know that one day (just know that one day)
(The talentless will be heard)

[Chorus: FCH]
Throwing up the 4s, really going brazy
Brought my bitch to Gucci, while you take yo bitch to Macy’s
Audemar be on my wrist, this cost me about 80
You following my orders, like you end up in the navy
Ball on a bitch like an OKC Thunder, I ain't talking about Kevin Durant
Fucking this thot, then fucking this groupie and then kick you out no Jackie Chan
Getting my money and then stack it up, told my niggas that I gotta go with a plan
I’m on my own on a mission to get to the top so I can become the man