TyTrey - Kitchen Talks Lyrics

I really talk that talk
I’m really that young nigga who going motivate
Give these niggas the game
Show these niggas the way
How to move how to step
FlyShitOnly young nigga
What you dreaming about probably getting rich
What you thinking about probably taking trips
I been grinding lately staying on my shit
Why that nigga hating probably fucked his bitch
What you dreaming about probably getting rich
What you thinking about probably taking trips
I been grinding lately staying on my shit
Why that nigga hating probably fucked his bitch
Still the same young nigga
I ain’t getting old think my money getting bigger
Like who I’m becoming had to look in the mirror
Seen the hustle in my eye know my vision getting clearer
Road running had to stay up in my lane
Fuck the fame on my soul I’ll never change
My time was coming I just had to stay sane
Now I’m getting to the bag ran it up like Usian
I remember in houston bro
In the kitchen 3am talks
Told bro when I get back to the A
I gotta get that bag
I done touched down and I got a bag
No hand out nigga I ain’t never ask
If you my brother I’ll give you my last
Know everybody eats can’t forget to do the glass
Ya know everybody eats somebody still gotta do the dishes
I’m that nigga who make sure we all good and still do the dishes
I ain’t gotta keep no image up I’ll still put in work
I’m a fly nigga I’ll hop on a flight but I’ll still road running in a quick minute
Don’t get it twist
Real fly shit only nigga
Really represent them 3 letters

I really talk that talk
I’m really that young nigga who going motivate
Give these niggas the game
Show these niggas the way
How to move how to step
FlyShitOnly young nigga
What you dreaming about probably getting rich
What you thinking about probably taking trips
I been grinding lately staying on my shit
Why that nigga hating probably fucked his bitch
What you dreaming about probably getting rich
What you thinking about probably taking trips
I been grinding lately staying on my shit
Why that nigga hating probably fucked his bitch
Still the same young nigga
I ain’t getting old think my money getting bigger
Like who I’m becoming had to look in the mirror
Seen the hustle in my eye know my vision getting clearer
Road running had to stay up in my lane
Fuck the fame on my soul I’ll never change
My time was coming I just had to stay sane
Now I’m getting to the bag ran it up like Usian
I remember in houston bro
In the kitchen 3am talks
Told bro when I get back to the A
I gotta get that bag
I done touched down and I got a bag
No hand out nigga I ain’t never ask
If you my brother I’ll give you my last
Know everybody eats can’t forget to do the glass
Ya know everybody eats somebody still gotta do the dishes
I’m that nigga who make sure we all good and still do the dishes
I ain’t gotta keep no image up I’ll still put in work
I’m a fly nigga I’ll hop on a flight but I’ll still road running in a quick minute
Don’t get it twist
Real fly shit only nigga
Really represent them 3 letters