I'm the Shit (Explicit Club Edit)

Eugh! I'm the shit!

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I'm about 'ta get on some other shit

**** got the wrong idea 'bout my song

Brisco! Ballgreezy! (yo)

Fuck what a hater think, **** I get money

**** got beat 'casue his main hoe love me

She might be ya' bitch but that be my hoe

I keep a stick on deck just to let a **** know (know)

Run up on me, if ya' got it on ya mind, fuck ****

You a pussy if you hatin' by the bitch, fuck ****

Fake stones in ya' chain hoe, boy stop fraudulent

You better tuck it in because me home boys robbin'

15 murders on the stick I got

I ain't sayin' I'm the shooter, but I just got caught

Might eat a little pussy, buy I ain't kiss ass

Keep thinkin' bitches show one, bust a **** ass

From the cocaine ca-

When **** gon' ra-

Invest the income tax on a brand new tru-

Believe that flow, I ain't ever been a hoe

Hatin' on a **** 'cause he make a lil' mo'

Got the killers on pause, so wheatgrass I'm blowin'

Fuck **** I'm breezy, for a **** no no'

I get money, I fuck hoes

Get the fresh straw, **** already know

Cup full of liq', lungs full of smoke

I'm the shit, believe that, whoa

I'm the shit, believe that, whoa

I'm the shit, believe that, whoa

I get money, I fuck hoes

Get the fresh straw, **** already know (yeah)

Cup full of liq', lungs full of smoke (Brisco!)

I'm the shit, believe that, whoa (Ballgreezy, what up?)

I'm the shit, believe that, whoa

I'm the shit, believe that, whoa

Bitch, I'm me, I'm the shit

Even when I'm broke, I still look rich

Yeah, brand new sound, brand new outfit

Same old swag, and same old Bris'

Hatin' she change, I still get money

And the game doesn't change, I still get money

Ain't nun' but a thing, ain't nun' but a lean

****, I ain't just stank, I'm just the shit

Smokin' all good, livin' that life

**** went left, guess I went right

Believe that, whoa, just know that

Promise if I get it, you won't get your hoe back, just know that

I get money, I fuck hoes

Get the fresh straw, **** already know (Bris')

Cup full of liq', lungs full of smoke

I'm the shit, believe that, whoa (believe that, woah)

I'm the shit, believe that, whoa (believe that, woah)

I'm the shit, believe that, whoa (believe that woah)

I get money, I fuck hoes

Get the fresh straw, **** already know (Bris')

Cup full of liq', lungs full of smoke

I'm the shit, believe that, whoa

I'm the shit, believe that, whoa

I'm the shit, believe that, whoa

I get new sittins', you can tell by the swag

I don't mean to brag but I do pop ten

Five for kicks, six for the tight pants

Ain't sayin' I'm rich, but I got a little cash

You wouldn't believe that, I know you hate to see that

Ask your bitch 'bout Ballgreezy

I bet ya bitch could tell ya' better 'bout the fella gettin' setta

Feelin' myself right now, it's whateva

Believe that woah, 'cause I'm the shit

You might get a chain if you freeze my piss

I get money, **** I stun

It ain't hard to tell by the holes in the front

I ain't gotta rap still, gettin' by the fla'

I ain't gotta be fresh, they still gon' ja'

Red Bull in goosetap, mommy ass car

I got them pills if a bitch want po'

Mommy, put it in your mouth, run it down with the sha'

Y'all ain't to get a house, if I can knock that pussy ou', 'cause

I get money, I fuck hoes

Get the fresh straw, **** already know

Cup full of liq', lungs full of smoke

I'm the shit, believe that, whoa

I'm the shit, believe that, whoa

I'm the shit, believe that, whoa

I get money, I fuck hoes

Get the fresh straw, **** already know

Cup full of liq', lungs full of smoke

I'm the shit, believe that, whoa

I'm the shit, believe that, whoa

I'm the shit, believe that, whoa

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