I'll shit on you! I'll shit on you I'll shit on you, da da, da da, da da I will shit on you I don't care who you are I don't give a fuck about you or your car Fuck your house, fuck your jewelry and fuck your watch Fuck your wife, fuck your kids, fuck

Bitch, I'm silly Up the chopper, shoot your shit up, let's get busy Drinkin' Henny, goin' brazy, poppin' pillies Sex Money Murda, shout out all my blazing Billies (all my Billies) Y'all already know it be the boy Yung Gordon And you rockin' with Take

Put it in drive, I'll be outside, I'll be on the way I'll be on the way You can meet me in five, I'll be online, I'll be a-all day I'll be a-all day Na, na, na, na, ooh Oh, no, oh, ayy Yeah, yeah, yeah This the type of shit that you been waiting all year

Every time you see me, boy, I got that Kel-Tec tucked You don't even know how I got it on me Every time I'm fuckin' on lil' shawty, she remind me of that dope 'Cause that shit be like macaroni I ain't Milly but I'm rockin' in here They done let me bring

This shit right here is for you All your faces I can see You all think it's about me I'm about to break, this is my fate Am I still damned to my life, of misery and hate? You will never know What I've done for you What you know Got me through

You feel the vibe, it's contagious Look in yo eyes, shit is dangerous Grateful I had all the patience I know you going through some changes You taking pictures, know your angles Ooh, no we ain't perfect, but we damn close Ooh, you give me something I

Lil' buddy what you want? Some violent shit! Whattup? Hey baby, I got the potion Take a sip of this and put your back in motion Two-step and lay back, still wilin' shit Two step and lay back, still wilin' shit Tell yo' momma I'm a ghet-to su-per-star

Today, today, today I don't know you I just got into your shit today Lookin like a million dollar lick today Yeah, but you niggas ain't takin' shit today All this ice up on my wrist, I might get sick today Yeah, today is gonna be a good day Damn, Goose!

Don't come down, things will always work out So when you find yourself in tears As a child I was foul Ma, I couldn't understand them things that came out your mouth (Daddy's ain't shit!) You would fuss, cuss till your blood pressure was up Then give up

Get your walk on, get your head tight I know you feelin the shit, shit is dead right Get your bounce on, back dat ass up Bitch pass me the bottle, fill your glass up (Yeah) I can drink a whole Henessey fifth Some call that a problem but I call it a gift