"SHIT-HEAD" lyrics
Getta Beats
She a shakey butt on finsta but an angel on her main page (Rap bitch)
You better put a plus in front that, everything I'm doin' A-grade
Why you screamin', "Free him"? You ain't even load his J-Pack
Can you please change your outfit for today's sake?
Bae playin' middle, bust down, face plain Jane
Double R came with an umbrella, this the rain Wraith
Bottle return bandit, dog tryna scrape chain
Dog$hitMilitia, whole gang, we some Great Danes
My lil' yeah from Wayne State, yeah, her brain great
How the fuck I'm tryna chase dreams? Tryna stay awake
She gon' throw a fit if I don't fuck her in the dressing room
Ain't no winning every series, I might take a L or two
Caught him in the club, we had some better bottles, better boot
All I know is tell the truth, I hit ahk to sell my fruit
And for my kid on the way, I do this shit for you
Your mom'll lace shit, I sure know how to pick and choose
All he do is play the middle, I'ma call him interlude
Glock fanatic, got more 30s than a script of blues
I'ma kiss the pint, have 'em thinkin', "Go and get a room"
Mario, Luigi, me and Lil' Cudi split a shroom
Feelings bottled up and I'd be damned if I spilled my juice
Dude wasn't even usin', heard he got killed by fumes
He gon' see me turn twenty-five, gon' get killed by June
Drop a diss, 1:59, gon' get killed by 2
DSM militant, be damned I let him kill my troop
The habits that you got, you gon' get killed by you
That's the good voice in my head
The bad one's feelin' dead, all I see is red
Rather knock him out than stomp him out, bitch, I'm a sneakerhead
My ho the rudest out the group, it ain't no meaner friend
Just pointless, everything my teacher said
How you on some fine shit? Can't even keep her fed, yeah
I know $cam lookin' down with a big smile
This for you, Puritan up to 6 Mile
Experimentin' in the lab, this a Tris vibe
Seven figures worth of MP3s, these some rich files
Tell a bitch to kick rocks while she got on Crocs
And I hope her bum ass forget to put on socks
Okay, I know you see I'm Shai with the pull-up shots
Thinkin' we gon' pull up, box, we gon' pull up, pop
Boy, what's in your pockets? That ain't even what I put in pop
Lil Fuzz in culinary school but still'll a cook a opp
Why the fuck did they ever think the juggin' stopped?
I'll scam your lil' brother, I'll jug yo' pops
I'll jug yo' best friend, I'll jug yo' opps
We gon' just do it all June but it's a Jugg July
Hutch hit him with a snotball, Carti's booger fire
Feds caught him tryna punch, I guess he had a rookie right
I guess he lives the rookie life
Bitch movin' too loose, it ain't no way that pussy tight
Scope on the chop, can see from MGM to Motor City
The Za man put up stank and keep some odors with him
The way I got it out the mud, you'd think it's ogres with me
Why you braggin' 'bout that lil' pape? Ain't you 'posed to get it?
Whole time, realistically, that ain't close to chicken
Pourin' all that yellow up, you gon' turn to Homer Simpson
All it take is one call and lil' sis chokin' bitches
Been touched a million, like currently the goal's a billion
Huh, ooh, aye, aye, aye, SBDSM
Lil' stupid fuck
Shithead
Mmm
Y'all must've forgot
She a shakey butt on finsta but an angel on her main page (Rap bitch)
You better put a plus in front that, everything I'm doin' A-grade
Why you screamin', "Free him"? You ain't even load his J-Pack
Can you please change your outfit for today's sake?
Bae playin' middle, bust down, face plain Jane
Double R came with an umbrella, this the rain Wraith
Bottle return bandit, dog tryna scrape chain
Dog$hitMilitia, whole gang, we some Great Danes
My lil' yeah from Wayne State, yeah, her brain great
How the fuck I'm tryna chase dreams? Tryna stay awake
She gon' throw a fit if I don't fuck her in the dressing room
Ain't no winning every series, I might take a L or two
Caught him in the club, we had some better bottles, better boot
All I know is tell the truth, I hit ahk to sell my fruit
And for my kid on the way, I do this shit for you
Your mom'll lace shit, I sure know how to pick and choose
All he do is play the middle, I'ma call him interlude
Glock fanatic, got more 30s than a script of blues
I'ma kiss the pint, have 'em thinkin', "Go and get a room"
Mario, Luigi, me and Lil' Cudi split a shroom
Feelings bottled up and I'd be damned if I spilled my juice
Dude wasn't even usin', heard he got killed by fumes
He gon' see me turn twenty-five, gon' get killed by June
Drop a diss, 1:59, gon' get killed by 2
DSM militant, be damned I let him kill my troop
The habits that you got, you gon' get killed by you
That's the good voice in my head
The bad one's feelin' dead, all I see is red
Rather knock him out than stomp him out, bitch, I'm a sneakerhead
My ho the rudest out the group, it ain't no meaner friend
Just pointless, everything my teacher said
How you on some fine shit? Can't even keep her fed, yeah
I know $cam lookin' down with a big smile
This for you, Puritan up to 6 Mile
Experimentin' in the lab, this a Tris vibe
Seven figures worth of MP3s, these some rich files
Tell a bitch to kick rocks while she got on Crocs
And I hope her bum ass forget to put on socks
Okay, I know you see I'm Shai with the pull-up shots
Thinkin' we gon' pull up, box, we gon' pull up, pop
Boy, what's in your pockets? That ain't even what I put in pop
Lil Fuzz in culinary school but still'll a cook a opp
Why the fuck did they ever think the juggin' stopped?
I'll scam your lil' brother, I'll jug yo' pops
I'll jug yo' best friend, I'll jug yo' opps
We gon' just do it all June but it's a Jugg July
Hutch hit him with a snotball, Carti's booger fire
Feds caught him tryna punch, I guess he had a rookie right
I guess he lives the rookie life
Bitch movin' too loose, it ain't no way that pussy tight
Scope on the chop, can see from MGM to Motor City
The Za man put up stank and keep some odors with him
The way I got it out the mud, you'd think it's ogres with me
Why you braggin' 'bout that lil' pape? Ain't you 'posed to get it?
Whole time, realistically, that ain't close to chicken
Pourin' all that yellow up, you gon' turn to Homer Simpson
All it take is one call and lil' sis chokin' bitches
Been touched a million, like currently the goal's a billion
Huh, ooh, aye, aye, aye, SBDSM
Lil' stupid fuck
Shithead
Mmm
Y'all must've forgot
