The Shit
Bitch I am the shit ooh
Bitch I am the shit ooh ooh
Fuck around with me get hit with a stick
Gripping the blick and we hitting the licks
Going on trips while taking more rips
Designer it drips
I empty all clips
Taking your bitch and I wont give her back
I beat that shit up while she calling me dad
I fuck up the game sitting down so they mad
Im telling the truth you a bitch so I laugh
All of them pussy
Im smoking the cookie
Im getting the goodies
And I am a rookie
These bitches love me
Like I am a truly
Im smoking a dooby while grabbing her booby
Just started rapping but look at whats happened
Im calling the shots like I am a captiain
Im putting it out and Im getting some traction
Im fly as a bitch like I am aladin
Stop all that capping
We know that you lacking
You claim that you do but you aint really packing
Im high as a bitch like im up in the stars
Committing this murder
Im killing these bars
She tell me she feel me
I said do you really
This ice on my neck be making her chilly
My voice is my weapon
My ammos depression
My bodys the clip and it leaves an impression
Im tired of the fakes and I see all the snakes
I put in the time and the work that it takes
Im raising the stakes
So make no mistake
Your shit I will take
And its not a debate
Cops in the rear but im doing the dash
Haters gone but its them ima pass
Bitch I am the shit ooh ooh
Fuck around with me get hit with a stick
Gripping the blick and we hitting the licks
Going on trips while taking more rips
Designer it drips
I empty all clips
Taking your bitch and I wont give her back
I beat that shit up while she calling me dad
I fuck up the game sitting down so they mad
Im telling the truth you a bitch so I laugh
All of them pussy
Im smoking the cookie
Im getting the goodies
And I am a rookie
These bitches love me
Like I am a truly
Im smoking a dooby while grabbing her booby
Just started rapping but look at whats happened
Im calling the shots like I am a captiain
Im putting it out and Im getting some traction
Im fly as a bitch like I am aladin
Stop all that capping
We know that you lacking
You claim that you do but you aint really packing
Im high as a bitch like im up in the stars
Committing this murder
Im killing these bars
She tell me she feel me
I said do you really
This ice on my neck be making her chilly
My voice is my weapon
My ammos depression
My bodys the clip and it leaves an impression
Im tired of the fakes and I see all the snakes
I put in the time and the work that it takes
Im raising the stakes
So make no mistake
Your shit I will take
And its not a debate
Cops in the rear but im doing the dash
Haters gone but its them ima pass
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Writer(s): Caleb Filicko
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