"I'm The Shit" lyrics
Hey man, I'm so tired of y'all motherfuckers
Talkin' 'bout, what the fuck I ain't
I'ma tell y'all niggas what the fuck I am
Fat boy, I gotta squeeze in the Magnum
And I ain't talkin 'bout that Dodge and the Magnum (Shit)
Ask ya broad 'bout she and me in a Magnum
The glove box had at least three Magnums
Right next to that .357 Magnum
Enough about my dick in yo bitch
Hot flow like magma, call doctor on six
Attitude like fuck what y'all heard I'm the shit (BITCH!)
I stand firm on the curb from the first to the third
I never break my fucking balls or my word
A real player code, that's what I live by
Stay gettin' money, I don't stay gettin' high
You stay gettin' cookies, I'ma stay getting cake
And stay by the lake at the back of an estate
In the capital city of the great Peach State
And for you slow motherfuckers, I'm referrin' to the A (A!)
The flag oughta be a Chevrolet and AK (A!)
Add a triple beam scale (A!) with a brick of that weight (A!)
Shit, bitch, that's what I'm talkin' bout
You fuck ass niggas (Hey! Hey!)
I ain't never get mad (I'm the shit boy)
Check out the chains and the whip (I'm the shit boy)
Check out my rep on the strip (I'm the shit boy)
I'm in the trap gettin' grip (I'm the shit boy)
Roll where the Philly is (I'm the shit boy)
Tell them haters DJ Fix (I'm the shit boy)
Ask any real player mane (I'm the shit boy)
It's grind time and will again (I'm the shit boy)
You could be Tony Montana in this bitch
Have a boat load of dope but you still ain't sellin' shit
If we ain't know your background, we will creep up from the background
With your back down, on the black ground
Momma drop ya ass now (That's right)
Let a real G see what you workin' wit', what you twerkin' wit'
Poppin' off full service, shit
I ain't stoppin' 'til pussy now burpin' bitch
And later on, we can lay in the burgundy 6
If it borboun, smokin' on the purply shit
Ever seen since Prince in Vanity 6
Fat ass, big tits, and she gobblin' dick
She a awful baby momma, but a wonderful bitch
When I hit her from behind, I had to laugh
'Cause I'm lookin' at another niggas name on her ass (It got your name nigga!)
And I pay her no attention while he payin' her cash (Trick!)
I ain't never get mad (I'm the shit boy)
Check out the chains and the whip (I'm the shit boy)
Check out my rep on the strip (I'm the shit boy)
I'm in the trap gettin' grip (I'm the shit boy)
Roll where the Philly is (I'm the shit boy)
Tell them haters DJ Fix (I'm the shit boy)
Ask any real player mane (I'm the shit boy)
It's grind time and will again (I'm the shit boy)
A nigga fat, black, stay stylish
And all that shiny shit you wearin' is childish
Grown mane, I don't need a fuckin' chain
You put the shine on a nigga, still he a lame
Pimp C said it best, you a monkey ass nigga
Country ass nigga, still tryna be Jigga
Stop ridin' Big Boy, just give him a blow job
Shit, you the kinda nigga I rob
Then dip to the flats, nigga back to the trap
Take pictures with your chain and sell you that shit back
Nigga, ah hah, I bet you ain't like that
No wonder who I'm talkin to, you know who I'm talkin' to
The valley of the shadow of death is what I'm walking through
On 22 inch shoes, Chevy all grip blue
Polo blood red, jeans just saggin'
Swaggin', waggin', off my ass
Four fifth on hip, pockets packed with cash
So fuck the barbershop talk 'bout, who don't like me
You beneath the Georgia dirt that's under my Nike's
Don't make me get slimey, fuck ya wifey
Buy your daughter a quarter of water, and now she like me
Here's a jewel for your broke brain
Machavelli warfare, fuck your woman, you don't see her the same
I'ma fall back now nigga, let you and that bitch get y'alls shit together
I ain't never get mad (I'm the shit boy)
Check out the chains and the whip (I'm the shit boy)
Check out my rep on the strip (I'm the shit boy)
I'm in the trap gettin' grip (I'm the shit boy)
Roll where the Philly is (I'm the shit boy)
Tell them haters DJ Fix (I'm the shit boy)
Ask any real player mane (I'm the shit boy)
It's grind time and will again (I'm the shit boy)
Talkin' 'bout, what the fuck I ain't
I'ma tell y'all niggas what the fuck I am
Fat boy, I gotta squeeze in the Magnum
And I ain't talkin 'bout that Dodge and the Magnum (Shit)
Ask ya broad 'bout she and me in a Magnum
The glove box had at least three Magnums
Right next to that .357 Magnum
Enough about my dick in yo bitch
Hot flow like magma, call doctor on six
Attitude like fuck what y'all heard I'm the shit (BITCH!)
I stand firm on the curb from the first to the third
I never break my fucking balls or my word
A real player code, that's what I live by
Stay gettin' money, I don't stay gettin' high
You stay gettin' cookies, I'ma stay getting cake
And stay by the lake at the back of an estate
In the capital city of the great Peach State
And for you slow motherfuckers, I'm referrin' to the A (A!)
The flag oughta be a Chevrolet and AK (A!)
Add a triple beam scale (A!) with a brick of that weight (A!)
Shit, bitch, that's what I'm talkin' bout
You fuck ass niggas (Hey! Hey!)
I ain't never get mad (I'm the shit boy)
Check out the chains and the whip (I'm the shit boy)
Check out my rep on the strip (I'm the shit boy)
I'm in the trap gettin' grip (I'm the shit boy)
Roll where the Philly is (I'm the shit boy)
Tell them haters DJ Fix (I'm the shit boy)
Ask any real player mane (I'm the shit boy)
It's grind time and will again (I'm the shit boy)
You could be Tony Montana in this bitch
Have a boat load of dope but you still ain't sellin' shit
If we ain't know your background, we will creep up from the background
With your back down, on the black ground
Momma drop ya ass now (That's right)
Let a real G see what you workin' wit', what you twerkin' wit'
Poppin' off full service, shit
I ain't stoppin' 'til pussy now burpin' bitch
And later on, we can lay in the burgundy 6
If it borboun, smokin' on the purply shit
Ever seen since Prince in Vanity 6
Fat ass, big tits, and she gobblin' dick
She a awful baby momma, but a wonderful bitch
When I hit her from behind, I had to laugh
'Cause I'm lookin' at another niggas name on her ass (It got your name nigga!)
And I pay her no attention while he payin' her cash (Trick!)
I ain't never get mad (I'm the shit boy)
Check out the chains and the whip (I'm the shit boy)
Check out my rep on the strip (I'm the shit boy)
I'm in the trap gettin' grip (I'm the shit boy)
Roll where the Philly is (I'm the shit boy)
Tell them haters DJ Fix (I'm the shit boy)
Ask any real player mane (I'm the shit boy)
It's grind time and will again (I'm the shit boy)
A nigga fat, black, stay stylish
And all that shiny shit you wearin' is childish
Grown mane, I don't need a fuckin' chain
You put the shine on a nigga, still he a lame
Pimp C said it best, you a monkey ass nigga
Country ass nigga, still tryna be Jigga
Stop ridin' Big Boy, just give him a blow job
Shit, you the kinda nigga I rob
Then dip to the flats, nigga back to the trap
Take pictures with your chain and sell you that shit back
Nigga, ah hah, I bet you ain't like that
No wonder who I'm talkin to, you know who I'm talkin' to
The valley of the shadow of death is what I'm walking through
On 22 inch shoes, Chevy all grip blue
Polo blood red, jeans just saggin'
Swaggin', waggin', off my ass
Four fifth on hip, pockets packed with cash
So fuck the barbershop talk 'bout, who don't like me
You beneath the Georgia dirt that's under my Nike's
Don't make me get slimey, fuck ya wifey
Buy your daughter a quarter of water, and now she like me
Here's a jewel for your broke brain
Machavelli warfare, fuck your woman, you don't see her the same
I'ma fall back now nigga, let you and that bitch get y'alls shit together
I ain't never get mad (I'm the shit boy)
Check out the chains and the whip (I'm the shit boy)
Check out my rep on the strip (I'm the shit boy)
I'm in the trap gettin' grip (I'm the shit boy)
Roll where the Philly is (I'm the shit boy)
Tell them haters DJ Fix (I'm the shit boy)
Ask any real player mane (I'm the shit boy)
It's grind time and will again (I'm the shit boy)
