S%!t (feat. Future, Rick Ross, Schoolboy Q, Meek Mill, Young Jeezy) [Remix]

Took niggas out the hood like I'm from there

So you know it's all good when I come there

I hear you talk about your city like you run there

Then I brought my tour to your city, you my son there

Nigga, but I had to come through for the remix

On my haven't done a verse in eight weeks shit

And if a nigga say my name, he the hot shit

But if I say that nigga name, he still the hot shit

Fucked up, lucky I don't feed into the gossip

Niggas act like they don't know, but they should know

Yeah, I just think it's funny how they dangling the bait

But I'm the one that's killing niggas on the hooks though

And niggas ain't got a grill, still ice grill hatin'

I know you already know Mike WiLL Made-It

Just looking at the numbers, nigga, I feel amazing

I'll call Michael Jordan up and Mike will make it

I'm the young rap nigga with the 'Melody deal

You need to come to OVO for a better deal

Soon mean ain't shit once you get a mil'

And niggas say it's all good, that's how you better feel, nigga

Nah, fuck that, this year I'm talking big stuff

Rolling through the city like a young nigga bricked up

Fuck niggas gon' be fuck niggas

That's why we never gave a fuck when a fuck nigga switched up

Frontin' like you really on that bullshit

Shot it down, make a motherfucker do a full flip

Chyeah, chyeah, nigga really really on that Crip shit

Bisquick, whip, whip, whip, nigga movin'

Got the tool in, yeah, the piece on me useless

Nigga ruthless, leave a chump nigga toothless

Tell 'em smooches

Got that white girl, did a tan, went to ice her

Arm & Hammer, mixin' venom like a viper

Who the buyer? I'm the nigga with the fire

Since a minor, now I'm major with the paper

Droppin' acres, overseas like a sailor

You a hater, and your daddy in the same boat

You a busta with your chain gold

Pourin' syrup on my Eggo

Foreign leaders for the a-do

To the face, now the day slow

You's a pretty lil' rainbow

Real nigga, call me Django

50 Seconds 'til the sail low

Wild bucks, shootin' halos

Every pocket got a bankroll

I don't think you really understand me

Groovy Q ain't kicked the nose candy

Nigga, tell me how you want it with a savage

It get crazy where I'm living, it's tragic

If you can take it from my pocket, you can have it

You know I got a body bag in the trash

You know I got a old thot you can have

Nigga couldn't fuck my old bitch

Niggas couldn't eat my old pussy

I'm in the kitchen, I can tell you how the stove look

Nigga, all I really wanted was the Pyrex

A couple hundred body snatchers in the projects

You know my plug stay connected like direct

I'm in Miami, my bitch is like, "Where LeBron at?"

I finish fucking her, I'm fishing like, "Where your mom at?"

And fuck the coppers, I got choppers for the combat

Couldn't believe it, my nigga said he was selling grenades

So bullshittin', I'ma sit you where a bomb at

DC nigga, sick wrist, whip dope

You ain't know a chopper price get this low

See, I cop 'em in Atlanta, bring 'em back to Alabama Avenue

And tell them niggas, "Come and get it, let's go"

Fifty in the MAC, take 'em back to Benning Road

Sleep with bitches in my kitchen with the semis on the floor

All I know, I want him dead by tonight

With his head in his lap and his body at the light

Purchase me some Act' and I'ma pour me up a Sprite

Tell the bitch keep countin' 'til she get the count right

When the bitch finish, might purchase her a flight

Might take her whole life, might fuck her all night

Right, you know I hate to say it twice

But these pussy ass niggas ain't 'bout that life

Pussy ass niggas ain't 'bout that life

These pussy ass niggas ain't 'bout that life

Thirty in the clip, catch the whole thing

Feds know a nigga by his whole name

Shoot him in his hand for his gold chain

You was running ball, we was selling cocaine

Talking 'bout you buyin' bricks

Nigga, you ain't cop shit

We was sellin' all the keys

We was like the locksmith

Twenty-five hundred for the red bottoms

Balmain, five bands for the waist, nigga

I'm rollin' through my city in a new Rolls-Royce

Chief Keef, three hundred for the Wraith, nigga

AK, SK, HK, nigga

Three Ks like I hate niggas

And I'll put you in your place, nigga

You got shoebox money, I got safe, nigga, hold up

Automatic pistol on a nigga leather seat

She a bad bitch, she my jam of the week

All I ever wanted was a kilo

Said I am a little woe with the Rico

Bitches lookin' at me, Keisha, look at all these chains

It's the Art of War, tour bus full of Ks

Master P money, I can pull up in a tank

See murder, shoot a new appeal on the way

Still sleepin', you and six niggas to the room

Rich niggas comin' through, you broke niggas better move

At your front door, got word you got work

Three-point-five for that P of the purp'

Now it's six figures for this fat nigga's verse

All eyes on me as I'm walkin' through the church

Prayin' Lord forgive me, thirty shots in the semi

I done paid all my tithes, now it's time to go and get it

My new plug don't fuck with the cut

My new bitch gettin' fucked in the butt

Ride by the trap, see me sittin' on the truck

Niggas said they comin' through, but they see we strapped up, what?

Nigga run in your house for that brown bag

Feds wanna know how much in the brown bag

Niggas swingin' that stick for the brown bag

Your bitch even saved my number under "Brown Bag"

All I ever wanted was a kilo

Said I am a little woe with the Rico

Sippin' on purp, nigga still got a pint

Still movin' work, nigga, ooh, what a night

Ooh, what a night, ooh, what a night

Post a picture of that pussy, get 200 likes

Get 200 likes

All that bitch gettin' from me is them 200 likes

Made the Forbes and I'm straight up out the projects

Still dressed in all black like a suspect

With the chopper

That's the only way them pussies gon' stop me

All the little niggas wanna act like they got a ghetto

Stack a twenty bill, nigga, talkin' Carmelo

When the Olympic Games and the categories came

Bet you one fuckin' thing, I'll win a gold medal

Why you actin' like a bitch? Lil Jon, my nigga

Don't you ever doubt me, I'm like LeBron, my nigga

I ain't takin' no shorts, bitch, I hit it with the fork

Fuck the risk game, you more on, my nigga

I ain't goin' out like a bitch, y'all know me

Fourth quarter, pressure on 'em like Kobe

Act like my shit gon' stink, so I can feel like a bank

Neck lookin' like a 40 ounce of Olde E

Tell me why my adversaries ain't murder me yet

If they do, bury me in a burgundy 'Vette

Talk behind my back, you can hate me all you want

See me on IG, I bet your bitch get wet

Yeah, you see me on Gangland, it's real as it get

They just rappin' about, I was livin' that shit

Straight up

Talkin' 'bout you poppin' tags, nigga you ain't bought shit

Talkin' bout a hunnid bottles, nigga you ain't pop shit

All you talk banana clips, nigga you ain't shot shit

Spendin' money on these hoes, nigga you ain't bought shit

I ain't tryna hear a whole bunch of that shit

About how many bodies you caught

My niggas is real thug niggas

Them real niggas don't talk

World star niggas get caught

Wavin' all them guns at the cameras

Bum ass nigga you ain't bout to shoot shit

You don't do shit, you just think it's cool shit to move bricks

Real niggas do it cause they got to

I know them real niggas and it's not you

And if they see your ass 'round here frontin'

Real shit it be somewhere and shot you

Man get the fuck out the booth poppin' that shit

Corny ass nigga just talkin' that shit

Heard about it, read about it, never been around it

But you think you so fast, just somebody to ask

Why you movin' 'round with your ho?

You ain't even stickin' to the code

You don't even represent the life right

Pussy nigga sleepin' with a nightlight

Comin' for your head like fight night

I can get anything done for the right price boy

Talkin' 'bout you poppin' tags, nigga you ain't bought shit

Talkin' bout a hunnid bottles, nigga you ain't pop shit

All you talk banana clips, nigga you ain't shot shit

Spendin' money on these hoes, nigga you ain't bought shit

If money talk, then y'all pockets ain't sayin' shit

I'm in the bathroom gettin' head from your bitch

And I ain't payin' her shit

You want beef? You don't know who you playin' with

I tell my pilot to land the jet

I'm hoppin' off, yeah when we poppin' off

Leave a clique of you niggas dead where you standin' at

I'm just a trippy nigga smokin' on cabbage

The money funny like Jim Carrey

I got a bitch and she super bad like Halle

And we still keepin' it white like Barry

I'm a rich nigga, still keep a pistol with me

Nigga you ain't fuckin' with a picture of me

I got all this cake and shooters with me

Just in case you pussy niggas try to get you a piece

What it is my nigga? What it's hittin' fo'?

Where the car you was whippin' in your video?

Where the ice at nigga? Where them pretty hoes?

You a fraud, real niggas already know

Broke ass niggas, I can't stand them

I hit 'em with the cannon

I'm buyin' out the mall at random

Juicy J, that nigga fresh to death

Smoke until it's nothin' left

Peel off, then I'm ghost in my Phantom

Talkin' 'bout you poppin' tags, nigga you ain't bought shit

Talkin' bout a hunnid bottles, nigga you ain't pop shit

All you talk banana clips, nigga you ain't shot shit

Spendin' money on these hoes, nigga you ain't bought shit

My killers got shooters on shooters

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang

Knock 'em down, hundred rounds, lotta pounds

Kilograms on the ave, how you want it?

Quarter thing, half thing, whole slab

Young Atlanta nigga pull a hammer on you

Pull up on a nigga in a California

Teach a lame how to flip a couple numbers

Whole summer dope runners gettin' more commas

Money got me geekin', geekin', geekin'

Damn I need more

Alejandro bringin' in them truck loads

Copy that, get racks, nigga 10-4

Chopper bullets just rip a nigga head off

Clip long as a lil nigga leg dawg

Empty that and the barrel just smoke

Closed casket, nigga head open

Peel the top back, yeah I'm in the foreign

Wide body and it's sittin' on Forgis

Chopper kick like Chuck Norris

Ralph Lauren, my engine full of horses

Aim game insane, nigga I'm a marksman

Cocaine white, young nigga flip porcelain

Blow up a fortune, million on the Forgis

Niggas totin' AK's like they got 40s

Talkin' 'bout you poppin' tags, nigga you ain't bought shit

Talkin' bout a hunnid bottles, nigga you ain't pop shit

All you talk banana clips, nigga you ain't shot shit

Spendin' money on these hoes, nigga you ain't bought shit