🎵 Talk About It // by Nine Vicious

16 Contributors Talk About It Lyrics “Talk About It” is the opening track of EMOTIONS, the third studio album by Nine Vicious and his second major release of 2026, following the B4EM mixtape.… Read More  [Intro: Nine Vicious & Marker Starling] Now night is here (Oh) Today was clear (Say what?) Now night is here (Oh) 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) [Chorus: Nine Vicious] 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) Diamonds so bright, 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, beat it) Michael Jackson, I'm tellin' 'em, "Beat it" (Say what? What? What? What? What?) [Verse 1: Nine Vicious] Shit (What? What? What?) Capitol at my studio, tellin' me I'm worth like 1.5 (Blatt) Damn, I love my shooter, he'll smoke your ass like a 3.5 (Boop-boop-boop) I got a bad bitch, I'm paintin' her face, like shawty got pied (Say what? What?) I got racks on me, yeah, I wash these niggas up just like pods (Let's go) Pop my shit, I'm dissin' like all these niggas on Instagram live (Say what?) He ain't never did nothin' to me (What?), I dissed that boy, yeah, I said it (What?) I'm ridin' 'round town in that 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 peasant [Chorus: Nine Vicious] 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, woo-hoo) Diamonds so bright, 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" (Right now, beat it) Michael Jackson, I'm tellin' 'em, "Beat it" (Beat it, okay, beat it) Michael Jackson, I'm tellin' 'em, "Beat it" (Say what? What? What?) [Verse 2: Nine Vicious & Marker Starling] 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?) But you get fucked up, my friend (What?), he rattin', he showin' his hands (What?) Woah-woah (What?), woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah (Ha) Brand-new tat' on my face (Shit), tatted my shit, go, go (Ya dig?) Dye my hair a lil' pink (Say what?), pink pussy on the pussy ho (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' you funds, I'm your dad Baby, I just want some head (What?), tryna put that shit to rest (Okay, okay) [Outro: Nine Vicious & Marker Starling] Okay, okay Okay, okay, yeah (Woah, woah) Yeah (Woah) Okay, okay Yeah, yeah (Ah) 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?)