Ain't Shit To Me

Yeah
(TeezyOnTheBoards)
Unh
(Hit It!)
Fuck that hoe, shit ain't shit to me (Fuck her)
Matter fact (What?)
She's a bitch to me (Bitch)
K got a drum on it, it's a symphony (Grahh)
But she suck it so good, got her Tiffany (Yeah)

Want the XD cuz that bitch got a lemon squeeze (Pew, pew, pew, pew)
I just got topped hunh, I feel like Kennedy
I ain't got no opps, I can't call you enemy (Nah)
He think he got the drop hunh, it ain't no gettin' me (Ha)

I only be about the money, call that shit that chili cheese
Westside eatin' on Busy Bee's
Dog in the streets, came with the fleas
She came with the pussy, I came with the weed
Call up Teezy, come with the beats (Whoo)

DJ Khaled I got the keys
Only smoke designer tree (Whoo)
Cook that shit like Paula Deen (Make it whip, whip, whip)
I watched my brudda po' a lotta lean (Sip, sip)
We keep them hollow tips on Halloween (Whole lotta clips)
Them sticks be dirty but our faces clean

Yeah, I have 'em buzz cut, that Mister Clean
Yeah, yeah I love God, but I want a Demon (God!)
Yeah, she a freak bitch, really want my semen
Got a East Atlanta bitch but she really England
Treat that pussy like ice, tried to slide, penguin (I had to slide)
Stain on my Louis shirt, had to dry clean it (Fuck!)
Me and my dog laugh to the bank like hyenas

And your bitch on your mind, she on my penis
Foreign bitch, she don't speak English (Oh!)
How this drop soundin' like a remix? (Like a remix)
How the Wock and the sweet tea mix? (Sweet tea mix)
She a thot, how you never seen it? (How you never see it)
Never called a cop cuz I ain't never seen shit (Never, never seen it)
I never call 'em off cuz I can't help what he get in (I can't even do it)
You think that coupe look crazy, just wait see what we get in (Skrt, skrt, skrt)
200 on my dash, if we go race then ima win (Skrrt)

Yeah, treat 'em like a CD, if I see 'em, ima spin (Spin)
We in the Lion's Den (Den)
I just fucked her friend (Friend)
Kickin' her out like Pam (Pam)
That ain't beef, that's spam (Spam)
Hit 'em in his dreads (Dread)
Look like Will.I.Am
I was at the court with the Glock ***** back up off my man's
Got a Glock with a can, fuck them kids, ima spray 'em
Need that pack up in bulk *****, lookin' like it's Sam's
***** said he 6-0, then this ***** really ran
I'm in the bag with the Glock, I ain't playin'



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Writer(s): Jak Johnson
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