"My Lil Shi" lyrics

[FBG Murda:]
Uh, that's my lil' shi- uh
She with the- uh
Let her know that's my lil' shi- (Let that shit ride, Tony)
Uh, that's my lil' shi- uh
She with the- uh

We ain't standin' in no kitchen, bae, gettin' different type of paper
Fuck that nigga, he can't fuck with me, bae, so call that nigga later
All your friends don't want me with you, bae, can tell them hoes some haters
She into shooters, that's my kind, bae, caught her playin' with the laser
Out of town with a rap nigga bitch, she love me off of a Perc'
Gotta know if I can't reach my gun If you gon' shoot it first
Before I finish what I'm sayin', she pulled the blick out her purse
I can't lie, yeah, that my type of bitch, her ex had somewhere hurtin'
Brown skin, but this ho super thick, she love it from to back
Flip to the front, if that pussy bald, tat my name on the cat
Smokin' Runtz, limo tint, presidents, give me head in the Scat
I know your last nigga was broke, but you with me, no more of that
Bitch think I'm textin' hoes on IG, I'm writin' raps in my notes
This one ho I can't trust, so when we fuck, got one hand on my pole
The weed got me coughin', whore, he fightin' back, she like, "Boy, pass the dope"
Stay in the latest place, this to the face, can't let you smoke on bro
Hold the stick, if shit go left, need you to up it (Boom)
She ready to slide, she call me game, but we be fuckin' (Yeah, let that shit ride, Tony)
She in love and I'm impressed, this bitch solid (Ha, ha)
If it's real, tat my name on your body, bitch, show me that's my-

Uh, that's my lil' shi- uh
She with the- uh (She with the-)
That bitch legit and lettin' 'em know that's my lil' shi- (That's my-)
Uh, that's my lil' shi- uh
Bitch make me sick, uh
But that bitch thick, bitch lettin' 'em know that's my lil' shi-

[BAK Jay:]
Damn, she bad, she with the shit too, touch my bitch, get hit with a 62
Money or drugs and guns, but I'm tryna get your love and spend it all on you (Spend it all on you)
Fuckin' all up at the club when we supposed to be in Jamaica or somethin' (Jamaica or somethin')
Ain't tryna fuck, I won't make her or nothin' (Won't make her or nothin')
Slut the ho out, say I'm pressin' her button (Pressin' her button)
We out of town, we ridin' the bulletproof black trucks, you 'posed to be here with me (Be here with me)
I got a ho back home that get on my nerves, I hate that bitch, she picky (I hate that bitch)
Now she get down 'cause she had the bottle for hours, but sayin' she only feel tipsy (No, only feel what?)
Child of God, but she party like Diddy (What?)
Child of God, but she party like Diddy
Walk in, four in the mornin', she takin' weird pictures, get in that mood (Get in that mood)
Give me my phone, talkin' 'bout your baby daddy, kill him and his brother too (I'll kill 'em all)
See that shit happened, that shit out of anger
I like 'em crazy, but I like a angel
That's my lil' shit, don't touch that (Don't touch that)
I hate to have to hate you (What?)

[FBG Murda:]
Uh, that's my lil' shi- uh
She with the- uh (She with the-)
That bitch legit and lettin' 'em know that's my lil' shi- (That's my-)
Uh, that's my lil' shi- uh
Bitch make me sick, uh
But that bitch thick, bitch lettin' 'em know that's my lil' shi- (That's my lil' shi-)