SHIRT Lyrics

Bad bitch call me Apollo

Don't forget the Goat

Had to buss it down

Had to get it in the rose

Put my dick up in her mouth and

Make that bitch choke

Lights, camera action look at me how I pose

Keep my shit off the map keep it on the low

In the studio cooking crack on the stove

Fucking on the bitch yeah I keep it on the low

I'm fucking on yo bitch yeah I keep it on the low

Bitch I'm really bout to pull up in a fucking wraith

Four bands new watch had to flash it in her face

Skinny bitch skinny face she gonna give me face

Flawless diamonds see me yeah I'm stunting in the place

Let them bullets hit yeah we pick em up no trace

Never chase a bitch never finna be the case

I'm fucking with yo bitch bout to get to second base

We back in the wraith that's the case we third base

Counting my money it make that bitch twerk

Toting my Uzi I'm not talking vert

New foreign bitch yeah she just tryna flirt

New foreign bitch put it right in reverse

Playing with gang you get put in the dirt

Six foot right under get put on a shirt

Six foot right under get put on a shirt

Playing with gang you get put in the dirt

I'm finna run it up yeah counting all my stacks

Yeah, I'm never giving up yeah,

Counting all my stacks yeah

It's not even luck

Keep on the on the gram and you bound to get bucked

You bound to get snuck

Yeah your bitch really fuck

Yeah my stick really tucked

Did I fail to mention that your bitch really fucking fucked

Lots of money on me yeah I fucking throw it up

She on my dick you know that she had to fuck it up

Slap that bitches ass like Pete did his momma

My brain is overloading cause I'm counting all these commas

All these niggas fake, yeah, all these bitches problems

Take that bitch I fuck her yeah I make that bitch my dama

Take her to Japan we can go to Yokohama

Dropped a song blow up that shit like Osama

Taking care of these niggas like my name was Obama

And I don't fuck with all the petty shit and all the drama

She hop like a bunny switching lanes

See right through you eyes like pain

My choppa six foot like Lil Wayne

Shoot out the roof feeling like Max Payne

She hop like a bunny switching lanes

See right through you eyes like pain

My choppa six foot like Lil Wayne

Shoot out the roof feeling like Max Payne

Counting my money it make that bitch twerk

Toting my uzi I'm not talking vert

New foreign bitch yeah she just tryna flirt

New foreign bitch put it right in reverse

Playing with gang you get put in the dirt

Six foot right under get put on a shirt

Six foot right under get put on a shirt

Playing with gang you get put in the dirt