Shit Rules ft. Sims & P.O.S Lyrics

Relax and take notes while the gun smoke spells out "that's all folks"

We know to float and break what's broke

In the postmodern, pre-Post Malone though

We wrote the book on how to break bones

Went hammer

Been bananas ever since I bumped my head as a shortie and I yelled "Flipmode"

I've been living in a shit show

Chyron says ticking time bomb

That's the gist, so

I'm on some "why not"

Smell the lilacs til the pine box drop

Rev it up and let it rip

Send a sentimental little bitch into fits

I mean sheesh

That's the stance

If the shit-kicker fits ima dance in the midst

Where the missiles don't miss

One switch flipped

Turn every gorilla into mist

But uh it's cool

Shit rules

Is it too heavy to measure?

Is it effing it up?

Does it ever get better?

Man, I tell em whatever

Man, I tell em whatever

Man, I tell em it's cool

Shit rules

Top taser

The aims flame buddy

Funny games the neighbors

Dead man and scram on the lam

Broke but boiler room your homeboy

Set it off your moms place

Too pretty to die but god tried

Fuck that dude anyway

Heard he got some magic but he let them suffer every day

What's funner?

The number one stun gun wielding

Other hand on the throttle, it's no chill

Zoom on a Yamaha, road rashed 750

What you doing? Trouble hunting

What we doing? Getting hurt

What you losing? Nothing cuz there ain't a thing we got

Just some shred dog milli boys blowing up the spot again

Then Ghost gone again

My occupation ain't my station on the planet kid

And I would recommend you tell a couple of your friends

Just listen up and get a little zen

Let it in and chill, don't forget that uuuh

It's cool

Shit rules

Is it too heavy to measure?

Is it effing it up?

Does it ever get better?

Man, I tell em whatever

Man, I tell em whatever

Man, I tell em it's cool

Shit rules