If the Shoe Fits ft. Gifo Lyrics

Now let me talk my shit

I've been on the rise watching everybody switch

And everybody around me changed acting like a bitch

Bunch of bitches

I'm getting underneath there skin like some damn stitches

I witnessed

Fake friends trying to act close just to benefit

Since I been a jit and they been

All up on my dick

Dick riding

Hearing all they song's and they all flow biting

All lying

But wait

Let's talk about it

Let's talk about it

And this ain't new shit

Everybody know's I been the fucking blueprint

I can see through the bullshit it's translucent

So amusing

They copy my every little movement

But they fall short with the execution but

Fuck em

And fuck your bitch flow

Cause that shit don't really matter

Your flow is dog shit and your lyrics too scattered

I'm sick of hearing all the chit chatter

So now I gotta serve em up a fucking full platter like this like

And this is more then just a quick shot

Cause when I'm all done I'll leave em on a slipknot

Film it on a TikTok

Praying on my down fall bitch you can kick rock's

I see all your post's and the like's by the bot's

And you're fronting that you're hot but you're not

Trying to fit in my shoe's bitch you can't even fit in my sock's

You can't fit in my sock's

We need to have a sit down, gotta have a chit chat

I was on the get back, now I'm on that click clack

Flow too dirty, holy water couldn't rinse that

Break it down to a million pieces can't fix that

And to the powers at be, why you pissed off at me

Guess they couldn't let it be

They consumed by the greed

Now I know why they say misery loves company

I don't fuck with you bitches me and Renø two deep, and it's

Damn near impossible for me to pretend

Setting flame to the bridges I ain't making amends

And if you need favor from me I got nothing to lend

All the noise just noise and it's starting to blend

I'm too nice with it but that ain't my character

I'm pissed off and surrounded by these characters

Teeing off like I'm swinging for the mariners

Hot box in the f one gotta air it first, aye

Steady tryna fake the funk

You ain't got a single fan, dog you fake as fuck

Kill the beat duct tape it in the trunk

Make the venue jump, I can't ever get enough

I'm addicted to it. Yeah. Aye. Yeah.

And to the bottom you restricted to it

Yeah aye yeah

Bitch I got my reps up now my weight up

Put you in that mongek, you might never wake up

I told them my story this the kind that you can't make up

They give me the glory I don't care just no pay cuts

I put the profit from the merch back into the craft

Bot streams ain't adding up do the math

I started with a cutie then moved to a half

Stocks rising muhfucka better view the graph

They couldn't stop me I'm gifted and that's the way it goes

And if the shoes fits bitch we better off as foes