"Shit On Me" lyrics

Aye pull up big body, nigga
Country boy I pull up dooly
Nigga I be in the hood like white tees and Newport loosies
You find a 50 bitch I'm pussy, shoutout Lil Boosie
Fuck that fame I just might crash, still gon have to sue me

No uncle but I'm too geeked
Bama boy I'm FTC
Riding with a ARP
Dirty pamper, got that shit on me
Bitch I can't do shit for free
Especially when these bowls cheap
Babygirl you with a baby boy he beat on you like Jody
Same nigga talk about me same nigga owe me
Somewhere being big on the 6 hollering Kobe
Nigga better get his bitch you tryna come around this motion
Nigga this ain't no Chick-Fil-A pull up on Sunday we still open

Nigga you still a lame with all that money the fuck you thought
Nigga your ass gon die you think about running inside my house
I just threw a choppa
Apart
Where I'm from your ass gon sell dope or go fuck with the scouts
You either post up or go D1
Bump a fiend or Phoenix Sun
That Glock 23 on me, dunk on you just like LeBron
Big Yay on his coach shit I can't wait to make you run
Try me just like Dej Loaf step on your lil ass for fun

Step on you in Louboutins
I'm bout my green like croutons
Lil bruh ain't hard he softer than a futon
Them bitches hide but all my face but I got coupons
They always say the shit I say I got a few sons

Man all these bitches wanna get on
Me I got that shit on me
1500 Salen jeans
Baby girl can't sit on me
I got that shit on me
I got that shit on me
She keep asking what that smell
I got that shit on me

Look, Craig daddy when he fell I got that shit on me
Look, I gotta eyeball ain't no scale I got that shit on me
Rocking shows and catching sales I got that shit on me
Just did a feature and sold the bale I got that shit on me

Blicky make a 20 piece damn I'm blessed I came from shit
Don't think we Cuban like each other
Man my diamonds throwing fits
I like all my plays proper
Cards meet me at the Ritz, bread and eat your every pocket
Jiffy, bitch I'm in the mix

Ain't no kids stop all them fucking tricks
Hop out diamonds fruity loop
I'm having water like Bikini Bottom
Still be reaching Imma blow a flute
Damn I meant the clarinet
Big nigga I ain't like the vet
Come through in that hellcat
Widebody make the lane scratch

Man all these bitches wanna get on me
I got that shit on me
1500 Salen jeans
Baby girl can't sit on me
I got that shit on me
I got that shit on me
She keep asking what that smell
I got that shit on me

Look, Craig daddy when he fell I got that shit on me
Look, I gotta eyeball ain't no scale I got that shit on me
Rocking shows and catching sales I got that shit on me
Just did a feature and sold the bale I got that shit on me

I got that shit on me
This a 10 at least
Break your [?]
Nigga I play for keeps
I got that I got that shit
We in the club I got that switch I got that stick
Probably in your shit