Ain't Shit

Boy you ain't shit tell me what you hold the pen for
Roger Roger clique got you moving like it's ten four
Homies build me up so I keep them as my mentor
Tried to suck my soul like that girl is a dementor
Whoa whoa
Whoa whoa
Black fur white coat
Got the Jordan's on me, dripping' I'm a moat
Fucking up this game and I grab it by the throat like
Whoa whoa
Whoa whoa
My my
Running through my head cause the girl too fine
Got the Prada on check the Rolex for the time
Pouring up some wok, yeah she loading up a line
Hit the ACs then she back on her grind
Whoa

How the fuck you kiwi not know what a mish is
Call me white girl cause I ate, no dishes
Casper number 1 always aiming for the hit list
Patek on my wrist make it snow like it's Christmas
Watch me get this bag, yeah I need myself a witness
Running laps on tracks, yeah I'm building up my fitness
Got a dirty cup making lame boys grimace
Watch me ball out, Imma build myself a business
Gucci, Prada, always on me
Way she share herself
Man I think that bi' a commie
Two seat? Nada, riding in a trolley
Put the bros on
Mix that drank with the lollie

Boy you ain't shit tell me what you hold the pen for
Roger Roger clique got you moving like it's ten four
Homies build me up so I keep them as my mentor
Tried to suck my soul like that girl is a dementor
Whoa whoa
Whoa whoa
Black fur white coat
Got the Jordan's on me, dripping I'm a moat
Fucking up this game and I grab it by the throat like
Whoa whoa
Whoa whoa
My my
Running through my head cause the girl too fine
Got the Prada on check the Rolex for the time
Pouring up some wok, yeah she loading up a line
Hit the ACs then she back on her grind
Whoa



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Writer(s): Cam Scott
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