That's That Shit ft. Muja Messiah Lyrics

That's that shit

And everybody wanna hit

Pass around bust it down

For the click

Sauce on drip swag on pimp

You can tell

By the way a nigga limp uh

Bag that lick stack them chips

Trick a rack then flip

Make it back right quick

Let's get rich

Hundred carats on the wrist

For the baddest little bitch

Make clap clap uh

Mind state on Pluto yeah

Five personalities Menudo

Maybe four who knows

But I don't judo

Figure four's the more

He lyin' fuck if you know

Kudos you done

Entered the runnin'

Searchin' for you know

More than what we got

Too hot to pass up euros

Leapin' right through loopholes

Creepin' lurkin' like two hoes

On a pirexpedition extra careful

Tryna avoid a earful

Or slap to the earhole

Ain't condonin' just a metaphor

Nowadays they extra soft

It's not like before

Bitches we would

Throw to the wolves

They wifin' those

Like the chick

But just don't love the ho

Fuck you fightin' for

She love to go let the ho ho

Put a tag on the product

Nigga get the dough

Put your heart in paper

And your love into getting more

Yeah

That's that shit

And everybody wanna hit

Pass around

Bust it down for the click

Sauce on drip

Swag on pimp

You can tell

By the way a nigga limp uh

Bag that lick stack them chips

Trick a rack then flip

Make it back right quick

Let's get rich

Hundred carats on the wrist

For the baddest little bitch

Make it clap clap yeah

I'm in love with the lust

It's amazing colonize the bush

Like a Caucasian

Strippers on the pole

Drugs in the basement

Slow your roll

You can't rush greatness

Why everybody so demanding

Fightin' over crumbs I want the whole sandwich

I put in work

My soul on the canvas

Me and OG

The realest on the planet

If I'm lyin'

I get struck by lightning

My wife keep a knife

Might cut through diamonds

Might sing karaoke

Frankie Lymon

But never sing to the feds

Laser beam infrared

Yeah that's that shit

You ever been pistol whipped

At a discotheque

Cause and effect

Kissed on the mistletoe

With the kiss of death

That's that shit

And everybody wanna hit

Pass it round bust it down

For the click

Sauce on drip

Swag on pimp

You can tell

By the way a nigga limp uh

Bag that lick

Stack them chips

Trick a rack then flip

Make it back right quick

Gettin' real deep

Hundred carats on the wrist

For the baddest little bitch

Make it clap clap yeah