This Shit On Lyrics

Go

Go

Aye, man, it's clo (on foenem)

(Nah, y'all know I'm comin')

(Onb, yea in finna slide)

Got that shit on head to toe

Yeah, that shit is on da floor

Niggas say that they be oppd, but when they see us, ain't let it blow

All my niggas, they real members. Yeah, you know they crack the four

They droppin' Gs & some mo' shit. Man, you know we have motion

Man, you know we chasin' paper

Bitches wet like they the Lakers

You ain't speakin' bout that money, I'll catch up with you laters

Lil' bitch fine, but I can't date her, cause she a hoe and I can't save her

I do it by myself, cause I don't like to owe no niggas favors

Can't never tweak up on some lame shi

We tryna get paid, so who you bank with?

Lil' bitch sayin' that I ain't shit. I go crazy on my ape shit

We rock designers and he rock fake shit

Might mix Amiri with the Bape

Y'all needa catch up, niggas late

Ain't tryna talk, can't do no dates

I don't fear none of you niggas

If it's up there, then it's stuck

Fuck I'm lyin' to a hoe fo?

Ima keep this shit a buck

(Yea I want you & yo friend, and where yo home girl for my mans?)

I don't get how niggas switch up it be fuckin' with my head

Low-key in my thoughts, cause bitch, I'm crazy in the head

My homie hit a bitch

Man, his ass Chris Brazy in the head

And we ain't playin' fair

Man, we just comin' to win

My homie got the hook up

So that shit be comin' in

Niggas hoes ain't no shit

We gon' hop out, blick him down

Niggas broke, ain't have motion

Tell they ass to move around

One nigga here don't do no 3.5

Only sellin' by the pound

Got this Zaza in my lungs

Whole car look like a cloud

Tell them goofys get up with us

They ain't fuckin' with my crowd

Let a nigga tweak with us

We gon' blow this bitch down

We dump the clip, we empty rounds

Man, yo bitch, she like my style

And she fuckin' with my smile

I can fuck, man, I'ma know

(Yo bitch going)

Got that shit on head to toe

Yeah, that shit is on da floor

Niggas say that they be oppd, but when they see us, ain't let it blow

All my niggas, they real members. Yeah, you know they crack the four

They droppin' Gs & some mo' shit. Man, you know we have motion