"Maybe" lyrics

Bitch I'm the shit. B-Bitch I'm the shit
Bitch I'm the shit. B-Bitch I'm the shit
Bitch I'm the shit. B-Bitch I'm the shit
Repeat it to your bitch. Tell your bitch I'm the shit
I'm so dis-disrespectful
Ask them bitches that you next to
Pro'ly hit it if I met you
I don't remember none of y'all names
This ain't legal in your state
This that fire arm. That cherry balm
I light in your face
Mr. Edison, I put it on
That jewelry in my safe, now your vision gone, my bad my dawg
I'm sippin' on that case
Michael Kohrs on my face
So watch your step, nigga
What? You deaf, nigga?
Don't you ever greet me with your fuckin' left, nigga
All, all tinted-up
I can spot you way quicker
I'm in the fashion district
Polo. Fuck that Hilfiger

Yeah
Maybe you some bullshit
And I talk that real shit
I'm 'bout to hit that kill switch
And burn this bitch like chili
I'm ill, and it's so evident
I just threw my evidence
In the crowd, I don't give a shit
Too many people just got them tips
I'm hoggin
Slim, skinny nigga doe, ballin'
Pay cash for the cashmere, Ralph Lauren, Carlton
You're just a square in the office
Arlis, I'mma need a agent. I'm spalding
Bi-Big donkey butt
She could be my target
I pinned the tail, I did it well, well done, so applaud me
This beat got me joggin'
Easy for a caveman
I'm inline, you're talkin'
Cooler than my Ray-Bans
Darker shades, rain man
Get the cash, rain man
Killa' Js. "Space Jam"
The motherfuckin' Son of Sam
Pull up in that all white ice box
Hottest out the sweat shop
Pull a bear, mink out
Nigga I'm the motherfuckin' truth
You ain't't notice what I do
You don't do this how I do
I be rollin', 3x2
That's that BM-Dub 6 Coupe
Yeah I got that photo-proof
Photobooth, no "Photoshop"
Red beans, I'm super hot
Wait 'til my album drops
Nigga