"That Shit" lyrics

[Damedot:]
Ayy, get off the road, we got that shit
Cookie bowls, we got that shit
These hoes know we got that shit
We got that shit, bitch, we got that shit
Golden Sun did the chains, we got that shit
Iced up in Sliver Rain, we got that shit
Two thousand on the kicks, twenty bands on my wrist
We got that shit, nigga, we got that shit

Ayy, what you need, a Q, half a bow, or a whole one?
I don't pop half Percs, bitch, I take the whole one
I don't stress hoes, I just threw away a whole one
Bossed up my new bitch to flex on my old one
Brody got the gold Rollie on, yeah, the froze one
I just put twelve bands on my chain, yeah, the gold one
VVS is jumpin' out that bitch, yeah, the froze one
Unlimited bowls, but I cannot let you hold none
Ferragamo flip-flops, I brought the toes out
Just left from [?], he bought all my bowls out
Nene in my phone, she cussed all my hoes out
I hit that bitch from the back, she so slow now
I got them strips on me daily like Coney
No CPL, bitch, you know that it's on me
I set it off in this bitch like I'm Stoney
This bitch wanna fuck so bad she can't control it, Damedot

Get off the road, we got that shit
Cookie bowls, we got that shit
These hoes know we got that shit
We got that shit, bitch, we got that shit
Golden Sun did the chains, we got that shit
Iced up in Sliver Rain, we got that shit
Two thousand on the kicks, twenty bands on my wrist
We got that shit, nigga, we got that shit

[Ace Cino:]
Just poured up, I'm 'bout to sip
All these hoes on my dick, now I feel like a pimp
Hundred dollars for the steak, hot sauce on my shrimp
RGS the mafia, ABG, that's the clique
Forty on my hip, yeah, I'm ridin' with the stick
I don't do vacays, bitch, I make money trips
Left with two sleeves and came back with that shit
Yeah, I'm back on that shit, two fifty for a zip
Hated school, so I skipped, liked yo' bitch, so I hit
Chi Chi [?], spend a check for the kicks
Nigga, fuck a bus, I hit the K in a Lyft
Rob and Dame, my lil' brothers, all the pros, we gon' split
Hit Golden Sun, drop a new kit
Every day I ride around with a gun, a few clips
Niggas thought I fell off, boy, I got that shit
Some niggas fuckin' with us, they do not exist

[Damedot:]
Get off the road, we got that shit
Cookie bowls, we got that shit
These hoes know we got that shit
We got that shit, bitch, we got that shit
Golden Sun did the chains, we got that shit
Iced up in Sliver Rain, we got that shit
Two thousand on the kicks, twenty bands on my wrist
We got that shit, nigga, we got that shit

[Al Major Rob:]
Mob boss Al Major, bitch, I got that shit
[?] on 75, you know we ridin' with that shit
Slap hands and turn around, fifty bands in blue strips
Feelin' like a fuckin' zombie off a Perc and a six
Yeah, Face in the foreign, finna smack up the six
Time to hit Golden Sun, spend a dub on my wrist
And I'm spendin' old money, spend a dub in white slips
Pussy nigga, cross the mob, same day you get hit
Oh, you really got weight? Chi Chi, grab them bricks
ABG, FG, nigga, we with the shits
Steak knife's on the Drac', get cut or get bust
Go to war with the Rollie, had to bust down my wrist
Balenciaga sprinter kicks, kick a bitch out the whip
Slut said I'm disrespectful, told that lil' bitch I'm rich
Told that whore to never call me if it ain't about them slips
Me, Dame and Chi Chi finna bool up the six

[Damedot:]
Get off the road, we got that shit
Cookie bowls, we got that shit
These hoes know we got that shit
We got that shit, bitch, we got that shit
Golden Sun did the chains, we got that shit
Iced up in Sliver Rain, we got that shit
Two thousand on the kicks, twenty bands on my wrist
We got that shit, nigga, we got that shit