Schitts Creek ft. J$oto Lyrics

Fuck that weird hoe bitch, I just want a bag

And I'm tryna run it up, cause life move too fast

Got brothers in the pen, tellin' me love don't last

This bitch said she love me, but then she went and fagged

I'm tired of that shit, I'm just tryna find some peace

Middle finger to the haters, I'll leave y'all deceased

You can never catch me, cause I stay on the creep

And I used to stay up late, just so I can plot and scheme

Remember runnin' up them drills and hidin' bodies in the creek

Gave em all shit bags, now we call it Shit's Creek

Got money on my mind, I can never go to sleep

Can't wait till I get rich and have the whole fam feast

I'm tryna change my ways, move on to better things

But I'm married to the game, so I might just get a wedding ring

Never switchin' up, no you cannot get the best of me

Threw EBK on my name, yeah that's a nice ring

Yeah I really love the gang, but I'm never switchin' up

R.I.P. to the homies who was workin' on the bluffs

Flippin' off them rocks, just tryna make a buck

Brought it back to the trap, then we went and doubled up

Got this nosy little bitch, just tryna come and fuck

But I gotta pass that shit, cause I never love a slut

Just a master in the making, no I'm never givin' up

Now I can't look back, cause I'm only goin' up

32 nights just workin' on these tracks

If I ain't on the block, you can catch me in the lab

Yeah I'm tired of being broke, so I give it all I have

Just tryna make it out, so I can find my own path

Yeah I got a few haters, and them fuck niggas mad

They see I'm doin' good, so they tryna catch my ass

But I stay ten toes, and let this 40 watch my back

If these niggas get to trippin', they could really meet the Mac

I ain't taunt by no apples, send them shots through his back

Knock a lil' nigga weak, splayed it like a Kit-Kat

Break him in half like a Kit-Kat, I ain't with the riff-raff

Put the sticks up, or the deuce, cause I ain't with the chit-chat

Quit beggin' for that bitch back, bitch I been hit that

Talkin' like I am that, cause I been that

You hatin' on me, steady waitin' for your get-backs

Lil' homie better take a step back before you get smashed

I came in with the big bag, all I speak is big facts

Tell me why your bitch been with that

And we can work it out like a six-pack

Run it up, it's a quick snatch, quick grab

Let's split these six racks, in my section

Where bad bitches sit at that new car

They wonderin' who's that when I whip that

Remember back then, small checks on that 05

Used to wonder if it did pass, you can judge how I came up

Cause real shit homie, you gon' see exactly what I'm made of

Lion out the cage, I can't be tamed up

Fake friends and old bitches choosin' up

That's what this fame does, and I ain't even famous

I ain't even known, I'm still underground

And I still live at home, still cashin' checks

But myself, this ain't a loan, but two in this dome

Part his head like a comb, motherfuckers hate us

Cause you're really in the zone, and these bitches love us

Can't leave us alone, regular motherfucker

But I be on star shit, head on us

You become a target, so don't star shit

Out the park, we hit the farthest, motherfucker

I'ma pass the largest, lil' bitch