SHIT! Lyrics

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GG Tef Yeah

Aye uh shit uh look

Feel like two-three man I'm having and jazzing

Feel like Hugh Hef, This bitch badder than average

She all for the Bucks she don't play for the Mavericks

Uh Shit Uh look

But she know I got plays from New York Down to Dallas

Don't try me, I'm down to move malice

Feel like a king sipping Wock out a chalice

Uh Shit

Feel like a demon but I make my momma the proudest

Moving in silence like G's, don't doubt it

I heard that all the weak niggas be the loudest

Huh look

My pockets was empty, I still had to eat

You know nothing about it

Times got hard I locked in I ain't pout

So much problems I can't even count it

Huh

She liking my songs got her feeling the rhythm

Nothing like these niggas I can't get with em

These niggas got the same sound like a riddim

Cooking in the stu I treat it like a kitchen

Bitch bad but she got something missing

I'm in her bed won't find me in her mentions

& she wanna cuff me maybe in another dimension

Shit uh

10 bands in a week now I'm going for 50

Punching I'm punching like Bobby & Whitney

You get you some bread they gone probably envy

Shit uh

My weed expensive you probably go bankrupt

They know I'm busy I ain't tryna link up

Focus on linking you should get your hank up

Shit

I gotta get it and go

I got a P in this bag

Just tryna make space to fit in this pole

Feel like I got to the end of the road

They ain't letting me in imma kick in the door

Shit fuck

They ain't letting me in then I'm whipping a bowl

Aye uh shit uh look

Feel like two-three man I'm having and jazzing

Feel like Hugh Hef, This bitch badder than average

She all for the Bucks she don't play for the Mavericks

Uh Shit Uh look

But she know I got plays from New York Down to Dallas

Don't try me, I'm down to move malice

Feel like a king sipping Wock out a chalice

Uh Shit

Feel like a demon but I make my momma the proudest

Moving in silence like G's, don't doubt it

I heard that all the weak niggas be the loudest

Huh look

My pockets was empty, I still had to eat

You know nothing about it

Times got hard I locked in I ain't pout

So much problems I can't even count it