"Aw Shit" lyrics
Hah, what-
You know, I laugh at-
(Okay, huh, oh my fucking God, somebody just, aw)
Huh
I spent my valuable time to take this car, don't ask for nothin'
You think I'ma go back-forth all day with y'all? You actually dummy
If one of these fuck boys playin' about my bag, I'm packin' it up (Bitch)
This bitch jumped into this Maybach sober and hopped out high as fuck (Aw, shit)
I stepped out with a dub this mornin' and came back home with another (Aw, shit)
Y'all stepped out of the club this morning like, "Damn, I need more money" (Aw, shit)
I stepped out on ten this morning and came back home on twenty (Aw, shit)
I bought so much from the plug this mornin', had to come home goin' like twenty (Aw, shit)
Bitch wanna take this kindness for weakness? Man, fuck that bitch
I need to spend more time prayin' to Jesus, I been on drugs and shit
I be drivin' this Lamb' like Evel Knievel, if he was on drugs and shit
I was too comfortable pushin' that bitch, now I gotta go talk to the judge and shit (Aw, shit)
M-m-mister officer, I know that wasn't a hunnid (Aw, shit)
I'm not certain, I just hope that wasn't a hunnid (Aw, shit)
I'm not perfect, but I always keep it a hunnid (Aw, shit)
She picture perfect, but she don't know how to keep it a hunnid (Aw, shit)
I got too comfortable out in LA, so I had to go get on my Georgia shit (Aw, shit)
I got too comfortable out in the A, so I had to go get on my foreign shit (Aw, shit)
You wanna jump to the level I'm at, you gon' have to go buy you some Jordan's, bitch (Aw, shit)
I'm at the point that I can't go back, so I gotta learn how to enjoy this shit (Aw, shit)
I wanna wake up one more time to one more petty message
How the fuck I wind up with this much money? I don't know how to pay my taxes
It's fucked up how I could do what I want with nobody out here to check me
This marker got my mouth dry, hell yeah, I'ma keep on rappin'
'Cause this shit keep my mouth fed, and my family on my back
Yeah, I gotta cut that bitch off, damn, but I cannot manage that
I got people I can't let down, man, I can't afford to crash
How come everybody who doubted ian got cameras on his ass? (Aw, shit)
M-m-mister officer, I know that wasn't a hunnid (I knew that wasn't a hunnid; Aw, shit)
I'm not certain, I just hope that wasn't a hunnid (I sure hope that wasn't a hunnid; Aw, shit)
I'm not perfect, but I always keep it a hunnid (I'ma always keep it ahunnid; Aw, shit)
She picture perfect, but she don't know how to keep it a hunnid (Bitch don't know how to keep it a hunnid; Aw, shit)
Bitch don't know how to keep it a hunnid (Aw, shit)
Bitch don't know how to keep it a hunnid (Aw, shit)
Bitch don't know how to keep it a hunnid (Aw, shit)
Aw, shit
You know, I laugh at-
(Okay, huh, oh my fucking God, somebody just, aw)
Huh
I spent my valuable time to take this car, don't ask for nothin'
You think I'ma go back-forth all day with y'all? You actually dummy
If one of these fuck boys playin' about my bag, I'm packin' it up (Bitch)
This bitch jumped into this Maybach sober and hopped out high as fuck (Aw, shit)
I stepped out with a dub this mornin' and came back home with another (Aw, shit)
Y'all stepped out of the club this morning like, "Damn, I need more money" (Aw, shit)
I stepped out on ten this morning and came back home on twenty (Aw, shit)
I bought so much from the plug this mornin', had to come home goin' like twenty (Aw, shit)
Bitch wanna take this kindness for weakness? Man, fuck that bitch
I need to spend more time prayin' to Jesus, I been on drugs and shit
I be drivin' this Lamb' like Evel Knievel, if he was on drugs and shit
I was too comfortable pushin' that bitch, now I gotta go talk to the judge and shit (Aw, shit)
M-m-mister officer, I know that wasn't a hunnid (Aw, shit)
I'm not certain, I just hope that wasn't a hunnid (Aw, shit)
I'm not perfect, but I always keep it a hunnid (Aw, shit)
She picture perfect, but she don't know how to keep it a hunnid (Aw, shit)
I got too comfortable out in LA, so I had to go get on my Georgia shit (Aw, shit)
I got too comfortable out in the A, so I had to go get on my foreign shit (Aw, shit)
You wanna jump to the level I'm at, you gon' have to go buy you some Jordan's, bitch (Aw, shit)
I'm at the point that I can't go back, so I gotta learn how to enjoy this shit (Aw, shit)
I wanna wake up one more time to one more petty message
How the fuck I wind up with this much money? I don't know how to pay my taxes
It's fucked up how I could do what I want with nobody out here to check me
This marker got my mouth dry, hell yeah, I'ma keep on rappin'
'Cause this shit keep my mouth fed, and my family on my back
Yeah, I gotta cut that bitch off, damn, but I cannot manage that
I got people I can't let down, man, I can't afford to crash
How come everybody who doubted ian got cameras on his ass? (Aw, shit)
M-m-mister officer, I know that wasn't a hunnid (I knew that wasn't a hunnid; Aw, shit)
I'm not certain, I just hope that wasn't a hunnid (I sure hope that wasn't a hunnid; Aw, shit)
I'm not perfect, but I always keep it a hunnid (I'ma always keep it ahunnid; Aw, shit)
She picture perfect, but she don't know how to keep it a hunnid (Bitch don't know how to keep it a hunnid; Aw, shit)
Bitch don't know how to keep it a hunnid (Aw, shit)
Bitch don't know how to keep it a hunnid (Aw, shit)
Bitch don't know how to keep it a hunnid (Aw, shit)
Aw, shit
Writer(s): Ian Smith, Asmil Rodriguez
