Fuck Shit (with Jasiah) - Remix
Yeah, close the fuckin' door
Sippin' on that nice powerade, you feel me? Yeah
Gotta bring the mic out of booth for this one
I was in detention, bad relations with my teacher
I don't participate, I sat my ass right on the bleachers
Arkansas baby, Glizzy blasting through your speaker
They say I'm a demon but I feel more like a creature
Bitch, I came to fuck shit up ain't no reason
Why these niggas try to play me like
They bitch won't drink my semen?
Glock, Glock, Glock
Glocky in my hand bitch, I'm the reaper
Threw his ass at Tampa, 'cause I left her pussy bleeding, woah
Your music ass don't quit, your job at Little Caesars
Your daddy bitch and it ain't shit to work these fuckin' teeth, ah
Put it to your head like, we playing fuckin' VR
Got this pretty bitch, she shaking ass just like a seizure
Got her ass upon this dick now, 'cause I'm getting rich now
But stupid niggas still get whip with this fucking blick
I don't know why you love talking shit
You still live at your mama house
We gon' spin your block and blow it up see what you some' about
I want money, money, money, I ain't come in for the fuck shit
I don't like to party, you won't catch me at yo' function
Shorty got that neck, neck, neck, hit me wit' some suction
Told them pussies, I don't give a fuck 'bout yo' assumptions
Aye, fuck what you heard and fuck what they talking 'bout
He on the curb in my Nikes I stomped 'em out
Say the wrong word might get you smoked
I'm from the A where we get to the dough
Won't let us in so we kickin' the door
I got me some bands but I need me some more
I got me a chop like a fan, it's gon' blow
Don't got it on me, I prolly won't go
Woah, woah, bitch, I'm dripping hard, got a Leek like 1201
If it's 12 on one, I up the blick, I'm blowing on
Yeah, came down to it, it's me or him and I ain't going
Blick gon' chop them niggas down like I was mowing
I don't wanna fuck with you, nigga, fuck you
Switch up on the gang so many times
I don't know what's up wit' you?
I want money, money, money, I ain't come in for the fuck shit
I don't like to party, you won't catch me at yo' function
Shorty got that neck, neck, neck, hit me wit' some suction
Told them pussies, I don't give a fuck 'bout yo' assumptions
Sippin' on that nice powerade, you feel me? Yeah
Gotta bring the mic out of booth for this one
I was in detention, bad relations with my teacher
I don't participate, I sat my ass right on the bleachers
Arkansas baby, Glizzy blasting through your speaker
They say I'm a demon but I feel more like a creature
Bitch, I came to fuck shit up ain't no reason
Why these niggas try to play me like
They bitch won't drink my semen?
Glock, Glock, Glock
Glocky in my hand bitch, I'm the reaper
Threw his ass at Tampa, 'cause I left her pussy bleeding, woah
Your music ass don't quit, your job at Little Caesars
Your daddy bitch and it ain't shit to work these fuckin' teeth, ah
Put it to your head like, we playing fuckin' VR
Got this pretty bitch, she shaking ass just like a seizure
Got her ass upon this dick now, 'cause I'm getting rich now
But stupid niggas still get whip with this fucking blick
I don't know why you love talking shit
You still live at your mama house
We gon' spin your block and blow it up see what you some' about
I want money, money, money, I ain't come in for the fuck shit
I don't like to party, you won't catch me at yo' function
Shorty got that neck, neck, neck, hit me wit' some suction
Told them pussies, I don't give a fuck 'bout yo' assumptions
Aye, fuck what you heard and fuck what they talking 'bout
He on the curb in my Nikes I stomped 'em out
Say the wrong word might get you smoked
I'm from the A where we get to the dough
Won't let us in so we kickin' the door
I got me some bands but I need me some more
I got me a chop like a fan, it's gon' blow
Don't got it on me, I prolly won't go
Woah, woah, bitch, I'm dripping hard, got a Leek like 1201
If it's 12 on one, I up the blick, I'm blowing on
Yeah, came down to it, it's me or him and I ain't going
Blick gon' chop them niggas down like I was mowing
I don't wanna fuck with you, nigga, fuck you
Switch up on the gang so many times
I don't know what's up wit' you?
I want money, money, money, I ain't come in for the fuck shit
I don't like to party, you won't catch me at yo' function
Shorty got that neck, neck, neck, hit me wit' some suction
Told them pussies, I don't give a fuck 'bout yo' assumptions
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Writer(s): Malachi Pate, Andres Ramos Diaz, Cameron Dillard
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