Chat Too Much

By Squeeks

Released on September 14, 2025

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[Verse 1]

Hot shit, how I drop shit

No screws in my head cah I lost it

I'm on some cost to be the boss shit

Don't get caught up in the middle, it's a mosh pit

My last one toxic

I took the wrist out the freezer, it came out frosted

That bird that I rid was an ostrich

This bullet so big, you can't dodge this

Kidnapped the game, took it hostage

Why you hating on the presence? It's God's gift

Who's opening doors? I'm a locksmith

You got a medi ting, I'm dealing with a boss bitch

I ran through this shit, no sweat, CrossFit

Cali smoke, tropic

Hit the coke with the water, lock it

I make it fly like I put it in a cockpit

I switch flows like I switch hoes, good riddance

Big barrel in your face, that'll make man listen

Can't see mе, they ain't got no vision

Fuck the coco, I fell in lovе with the Smithon

Diamonds shine, they got a glisten

Nigga drop a dime, gotta get him

Competition wanna see me as a villain

Niggas wanna chat, Loose Women


[Chorus]

Dem boy chat too much, still I can't hear a thing

My young boy scatty so much, he always wanna air the ting

And I stack so much, I'm buying all expensive things

I sold crack so much, I'm looking like a square in cling


[Verse 2]

Lord forgive me, how I spin this

You know it's just business

I walked through the door, I ripped off the hinges

No love before, they can do it from a distance

Had no specs, still they can't see

My young boy got it on him, it's sitting at half three

I'm selling H cah I'm past G

And I ain't got lungs but I'll breathe it in a heartbeat

They want beef then they start peace

I'm a dying breed, I'm a dark beast

I run this bitch so long, man, I can't breathe

My money kinda long, now they can't sleep

My middle fingers to the haters

Mad, your bitch got me on the playlist

Or you mad we getting flavours

Niggas might die tryna be famous

Don't leave the house before you say prayers

Cah it's cold outside but the street hot

I was giving work out way before Reebok

Keep calling, get 'em higher than a treetop

I'm spinning Dolph with the Key Glock

My hand don't beatbox, I don't see thots

I smashed 'em all now, need a detox

You in the friend zone, I hit the G spot

In the Benzo so watch me speed off