The Shit ft. Rahquise Lyrics

I'm that bitch, I'm that bitch I'm the muthafuckin' shit

You can't really tell me shit

When I pull up with the stick

I got Le Kid in the cut

He gon make that shit buck

We around with the crown, We gon make these hoes frown

Keep it cool, I'm that dude

Didn't even finish school

I'm legit, I'm the shit 100k on my wrist

I ain't pressed never stressed, man I never been test

Bitch I hop out the whip ho I'm always best dressed

It's Le Kid mothafucka do you really gotta prollem?

Got them callin' me the devil cause I'm always wearing Prada

Quien es un puto, man you hoes scaring nada

Got these hoes on my dick, like a motherfucking condom

I'm dogging out these hoes, they belong in a pound

Keep on barking hot shit, imma have to put 'em down

Got Rah in the cut, in the wound, with da crown

Ohhhh they don't want smoke, they do coke now

I'm that kid, I'm the motherfucking shit

You'll never tell me shit when you looking like a bitch

I got pics on my wall that can pay ya whole rent

I'm around with the money

I'm a fuckin' walking lick

Nickname me Rick cause i'm Owen niggas hits

I'm legit i'm the shit, man them tricks been for kids

I ain't pressed never stressed, man I always play chess

ITS L E K... man you hoes the rest

I'm too Rah, first place, gift wrap me like I'm Bowen

Please don't challenge me, I promise that you won't win

Real rich shit, got my wrist just soakin'

Karate Kickin Karat's all white like I'm cloaking

This not a meet and greet, you hoes can not compete with me

Ya fake ass clothes match ya fake ass jewelry

I am the top pick, model nigga take a pic

Even my shadow look rich, i'm what the fuck Rick should be

How you hating on lil ole me

The way I stay up on ya mind, they should call me the dream

The way they book all my time, a nigga can't even pee

If I'm in sitting in the building you know they paid me a fee

Real rich nigga shit what the fuck you feeling like

These hoes they dior me, got em praying, you a Christian right

These bitches on my body, knock 'em off, like I'm Mike Ty

Le Kid and Rah making these hoes lose they mind

I'm the shit, he the Kid

You can't really tell us shit

When I pull up with the stick

If it's up then it's stuck, and I don't give a fuck

We around with the crown, these hoes do it for clout

Keep it cool, we the truth

Man I ball like I hoop

I'm legit, too damn rich, so much bands to be spent

I ain't press, never stress, over a bitch I done left

Cause I drop em off quick, then I go to the next

Y'all know the motherfuckin' vibes, stop playing