Shittin' Me Lyrics

I'mma go Dumb On this

YEAH

Yo Listen man

If you gotta tell a motherfucker

Don't say nothing Before you tell them

Don't say nothing

I'm the realist nigga breathing ask about me

Ain't no secret

Took the doors off the wrangler

Whole summer imma jeep it

Side bitch said she pregnant

Oh lord

hope she don't keep it

Couple Xans till I land

Don't like flying it help me sleep

I'm the realist nigga breathing ask about me

Ain't no secret

Took the doors off the wrangler

Whole summer imma jeep it

Side bitch said she pregnant

Oh lord

Hope she don't keep it

Couple Xans till I land

Don't like flying it help me sleep

I go dumb beef with bums

Are you SHITTING ME

Nina with drum that shit hum

Are you SHITTING ME

I'm ya favorite rapper idol

Are you SHITTING ME

A couple niggaz felt entitled

Are you SHITTING ME

Man I did this by myself

Are you SHITTING ME

On my dollie with no help

Are you SHITTING ME

They telling lies I ain't surprise

Are you SHITTING ME

He a hater look in eyes

Are you SHITTING ME

When I'm gone you better not cry

Are you SHITTING ME

Cause they don't love you till you die

Are you SHITTING ME

Grab a gun we going to war

Are you SHITTING ME

They killed 1 we killing 4

Are you SHITTING ME

Lil bitch got that wet wet

I think she Puerto Rican

Nice to Meet you

Yeah I'm Spanish to

Even though I don't speak it

Yo that nigga talking Brazy East

That's cool we ain't beefing

What you mean?

He on borrowed time

He be dead by the weekend

Fuck wit him

Send my whole line they gon rush get him

44 Dragged him It's looking like A bus hit him

Damn

Clo-close casket or cremate him he hate him

Them Lies ain't real they create him

Nasty I don't want yo hoe that bitch trashy

Sophisticated all My hoes ambitious and classy

Gun shopping out of town

With this song on repeat

Nigga hit me bout his bitch

Said she belong to the streets

Ingram Mac-11 silencer with the air holes

700 Rounds to Protect me from these weirdos

Niggaz should of warned you

Lil homie where ya friends son

Treat him like the earth they way we spin son

Yeah

Black Lives Matter till a black guy provoke me

All them niggaz jokey

Seen foot die that woke me

That shit broke me

Gotta watch em closely

Enemy's you know what it is but friends mostly

Drink a lot of water and get money

Mind my fucking business

Niggaz act like bitches now a days

Get out ya fucking feelings

911 Porsche Drop the top

Where the fucking ceiling

40 In the dash 40 in the stash

I'm Fucking chilling

Bitch all My chains real

But you know my gang realer

Still role with them same niggaz

We popping like pain killers

Before you bust it hold it sturdy

Extendo holding 30

Word to my nigga Guapo

That Coup blue like I'm rollin 30's

That coup blue like I'm rollin 30's