DONT SHOW THAT Lyrics

Don't you show that shit, don't you show that shit

I know how you feelin' dawg, but don't you show that shit

I know she wanna see it all, but don't you show that bitch

In the club might show my stick, for a dub might blow yo wig

Bust a jug in the whip, tuck it off in the dip, don't you show that shit

Oh you think I'm a lick, but I'm really off the hip, and I'ma blow that bitch

I'm the only one with it in town, my nigga, don't you post that shit

How you say you a boss and you came 36, don't you show that shit

I don't smell no peach, but he say it's Tris, don't you pour that shit

Don't you pour that, don't you pour it, don't you pour it, don't you pour that shit

You say your real every time, each and every day, you gotta show that

Hit the field, I'm the biggest slime, snakes in the grass, I won't mow that shit

Hand bro a quarter pack, I was quarter backin ', all I know is four packs his

Fuckin' off in your agenda, i be where they bendin, shawty, it ain't no lackin

The fin finna turn em religious, I'm thinkin' convertin religions, my life is in

He don't gotta post it, it's in em, broad day killin' tell the opps, this shit won't end

Totin?, don't you show that shit, motion, don't you show that shit

We smoked em, get a dose of him I'm floatin', zipworld posted bitch, you show that shit

We know you snitched, Rambo, my only co-defendant, she ain't know shit, I showed the bitch

She pop off summer never end, she shop off what I tax ya kin

Free GBlick he bleed 5'9 Brim

I got rocks off at Francis, bitch

I serve addys on campus jit, don't need no mic, still wrappin', this shit sold for the package hit, hit my Gucci dance , every time the pack land

I wanna spend some shit, I done hit her and her friend, now they ain't friends no more

But they both want the dick, emotions, I can't show that shit, that motion

I can show you it, you Totin, I'ma blow that bitch, you loafin but I'm loading hits, I'm scorin

If I show this bitch,

don't you show that shit, don't you show that shit

I know how you feelin', dawg, but don't you show that shit

I know she wanna see it all, but don't you show that bitch

In the club, might show my stick, for a dub, might blow your wig

Bust a jug in the whip, tuck it off in the dip, don't you show that shit

Oh, you think I'm a lick, but I'm really off the hip, and I'ma blow that bitch

I'm the only one with it in town, my nigga, don't you post that shit

How you say you a boss when you came thirty-six, don't you show that shit

I don't smell no peach, but he say it's Tris, don't you pour that shit

Don't you pour that, don't you pour it, don't you pour it, don't you pour that shit