Talk About It
Descrição
Em "Talk About It", Nine Vicious entrega uma faixa de trap carregada de autoconfiança e ostentação. A música explora o sucesso material, a conquista sexual e a lealdade inabalável do artista ao seu círculo, ao mesmo tempo em que desafia aqueles que duvidam de sua trajetória. Há um sentimento de superioridade marcante, com o artista afirmando que outros nunca entenderão como ele alcançou seu status. A letra é permeada por referências a riqueza e prazer, sublinhando uma vida de excessos e desafios. Nine Vicious expressa desprezo por aqueles que "quebram o código" ou "deduram", reforçando uma ética de rua. A faixa é um manifesto de domínio e poder, com o artista reivindicando seu lugar no topo e desconsiderando as críticas.
Letra
Now night is here
Today was clear (Say what?)
Now night is here
Today was clear (Say what?)
I guess I'll never learn (Haha, niggas crazy), woo-hoo
I guess I'll never learn (I'm with yo-, yeah), woo-hoo
I guess I'll never learn (I'm with young Ahmad in this bitch, man)
They wanna learn how I did it (Woo-hoo, what? Woo-hoo)
They do not know how I did it (Say what?)
Put this shit on, yeah, I shitted (Woo-hoo)
Got me some right, now I'm leanin' (What?)
Michael Jackson, I'm tellin' her, "Beat it" (Say what? Woo-hoo)
Michael Jackson, I'm tellin' her, "Beat it" (Beat it)
Michael Jackson, I'm tellin' 'em, "Beat it" (Beat it, okay)
Michael Jackson, I'm tellin' 'em, "Beat it"
(Say what? What? What? What? What?)
Shit (What? What? What?)
Capitol at my studio, tellin' me I'm worth like 1.5 (Blitt)
Damn, I love my shooter, he'll smoke your ass like a 3.5
I got bad bitch, I'm paintin' her face, like shawty got pied
(What? Say what?)
I got racks on me, yeah
I washed these niggas up just like pop (Let's go)
Pop my shit, I'm dissin' like all these niggas on IG live
He ain't never did nothin' to me (What?)
I diss that boy, yeah, I'm sayin' it (What?)
I walk 'round town in a black truck, they know a nigga so bready
(Skrrt)
She wanna fuck on the beach, I know that lil' ho is ready
(I know she ready)
Hundred rounds right to your dome, I put some racks on a bad bitch
They wanna learn how I did it (Woo-hoo, what? Woo-hoo)
They do not know how I did it (Say what?)
Put this shit on, yeah, I shitted (Woo-hoo)
Got me some right, now I'm leanin' (What?)
Michael Jackson, I'm tellin' her, "Beat it" (Say what? Woo-hoo)
Michael Jackson, I'm tellin' her, "Beat it" (Beat it)
Michael Jackson, I'm tellin' 'em, "Beat it" (Beat it, okay)
Michael Jackson, I'm tellin' 'em, "Beat it"
(Say what? What? What? What? What?)
I got your heart in my hand (Hand)
I got your heart in my hand (Hand)
I got your heart in my hand (Pussy)
Baby, your heart in my hand (Hand)
No, I do not want your friend (What?)
I'm tryna run up these bands (What?)
Why'd you get fucked up, my friend? (What?)
He rattin' he ain't showin' his hand (What?)
Woah-woah (What?), woah-woah-woah-woah (Ha)
Brand-new tat' on my face (Shit), talkin' my shit gon' go (Ya dig?)
Got my hair lookin' pink (Say what?)
Pink pussy in the pussy house (Pink pussy)
Why the fuck you rattin'? (Say what?)
These niggas breakin' the code
(What? What? Guess I'll never learn, what? What?)
They'll never learn how I did it
They'll never learn how I did it (Slatt)
Got me some plates and I flipped it (Bitch)
Know how my story is written
Givin' your folks, I'm your dad
Baby, I just want some head (What?)
Tryna put that shit to rest (Okay, okay)
Now night is here
Today was clear
Now night is here
Today was clear
Sex with you so amazin' (It's so amazin')
Sex with you so amazin' (It's amazin')
Sex with you so amazin' (That shit amazin')
Yeah, yeah, yeah (That shit amazin')
Yeah, yeah, yeah (That shit amazin')
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Woo, that shit amazin')
On God, I need me some head, yeah (I need some head)
On God, I need me some head, that bitch bad (What?)
Gírias
Na letra, "shitted" é uma gíria que significa ter se saído excepcionalmente bem ou ter impressionado; "leanin'" refere-se a estar sob o efeito de "lean", uma mistura recreativa de xarope para tosse com refrigerante; "smoke your ass like a 3.5" é uma ameaça violenta, comparando matar alguém a fumar 3.5 gramas de maconha; "paintin' her face, like shawty got pied" é um eufemismo para ejaculação no rosto; e "bready" significa ter muito dinheiro ou ser rico, vindo de "bread" (pão) como gíria para dinheiro.