Got Some Shit Lyrics

(I got some shit making you think you not even safe)

(I got me this choppa on me and I call it my bae)

(If she a baddie I fly right outta state)

(Kicking shit just like Liu Kang)

I start some shit

Stir the pot up I cook up the grits

Making plays I'm up in the ritz

Buss down the AP got rain on my wrist, make these lil niggas sick

Get up you cry like a bitch

Certified steppa, I came out to step on some shit

Step on shit wit some Nikes

I like to pull up on her like a biker

Oh she a friendly ass bih I don't like her

Half of these hoes I done I hit and recycle

I keep it P wit a bitch

She left me on read I can see you ain't built for the breesh, gangsta

I like to play-in a bih like the lakers

She them niggas that play wit them lasers

Stay in the crib you be screaming for danger

They looking at me like anatomy

Hoe shut the fuck up why you mad at me

You seem like you sad to me

Niggas ain't dealing wit shit

I stuff the Glock in her purse

You thinking a nigga like me give a fuck if she hurt

I fuck on her period

She ain't tell me she wanna come leave wit me

Push a Bentley I'm off of the Hennessy

Ain't no slowing down he gotta hear from me

He look like a enemy

He not a gangsta these birds they be chirping

Oh she a loyal bih buy her a birkin

Lucky for me ain't no bitch that be worth it

Double R couple hit the dash that's for certain

Huh, I move a certain way when I'm in public these niggas ain't neva catch me out here lacking

Huh, your bitch she be feeing my waste she think it's a dick she asking what is you packing

Huh, I call a audible back door a opp these niggas ain't know I can cook up in madden

Huh, I got some shit that could fry up your mind got you high in the sky just like a mufuckin' dragon

I seen what you worth you nothing but shit

Why you setting up plays you ain't stack up a brick

If she brought up my name guarantee that I hit

I got some shit that can make it real hot

I got some shit that can fuck up your mind

I got some shit that can fuck up your high

I tell you the real all you do tell me some lies

Damn, I hate a broke bitch

Always telling a nigga that they worthless

Man she dubbed me when I ain't have no motion

Now she back and she came wit a purpose

Keep me a Tommy I can show you how to ghost a bitch

I'm too P for this bitch got a shinning wrist

We can fuck all night just don't give me kiss

I can't bring you along you ain't taking risk

Damn, I got some shit make you fly wit the Beatles

I got some shit make you pour up two litters

I got some shit make you feel like we equals

I'm not messenger, I'm a real steppa boy I pull up you and I spray at your peoples

Damn, I got some shit

I got some shit that can make it real hot

I got some shit that can fuck up your mind

I got some shit make you fly to Dubai

You telling on me all or telling some lies

I'm like the general over these people

I tell them the word and they always up fye