This That Shit

This that shit, we pistol totin'

This that shit, have you slow motion

Hit that shit, make me feel important

Move that shit, you smell so potent

And I don't even know yo' name

But this year, I'll make you famous

This year I'll step my game up

I'll tell you how I came up

Hey, I don't even know yo' name

But this year, I'll make you famous

This year I'll step my game up

I'll tell you how I came up

This ain't no Corvette, nah, baby girl, this a Lamborghini

I'm ridin' 'round with a Drac', I'm 'bout to pull up and fuck on Kiki

I be like, baby, fuck if you ridin'

I don't need yo' love, I got this guap right beside me

'Cause I got a couple pistol totes, that **** play, we stick 'em up

I just might have to be the one to hit 'em up

Make the paramedics come pick him up

Soul out his body, he givin' up

Might double-back and finish 'em

Stamp a ****, I'm sendin' 'em

Let these shots off, at least ten of 'em

Plus ten of them, plus ten of them

Hit your block, I'm spinnin' 'em, uh

Fuck those, who friends wit' 'em?

Fuck his thot, then send her back to live with him

Got a thing 'bout more, she at the crib with 'em

All I know is stack them Benjamins

It don't take too much for me to shit on him

Yeah, throwin' shade, but I still got lead on him

Diamonds sittin' too hard, I can't fit in

I done came too far, I can't give in

Steady droppin' hits

Knock it out the park, in the booth, I don't do no missin'

I done got your bitch

I done broke her heart, young **** ain't got no feelings

You ain't come see me when I was in prison

Can't be a part of my vision

This that shit, we pistol totin'

This that shit, have you slow motion

Hit that shit, make me feel important

Move that shit, you smell so potent

And I don't even know yo' name

But this year, I'll make you famous

This year I'll step my game up

I'll tell you how I came up

****, if it came down to the bread, what would you do?

Would you spend a hunnid bands on some strippers? Tell the truth

You **** is rappin' lies, boy, you fuckin' up the youth

They sayin' that I'm too negative, I'm teachin' them too shoot

You claimin' you're the opposite, but you don't got no common-sense

Money make the world go round, what do you suppose?

Spendin' every dollar, breakin' pockets fo' a hoe

Say what you want, but if you knew I know they need it

I have succeeded, it's a reason my bitch conceited

My life completed, I been wantin' it since a fetus

I'm so versatile, God gifted me with a curse

I won't ever stop until my heart stop beatin'

This that shit, we pistol totin'

This that shit, have you slow motion

Hit that shit, make me feel important

Move that shit, you smell so potent

And I don't even know yo' name

But this year, I'll make you famous

This year I'll step my game up

I'll tell you how I came up

I don't even know yo' name

And I don't even know yo' name, yo' name