I'm Da Sh*T

Eugh! I'm the shit!

Icons music

I'm about 'ta get on some other shit

Niggas got the wrong idea 'bout my song

Brisco! Ballgreezy! (Yo)

Fuck what a hater think, nigga, I get money

Nigga got beat 'cause his main ho love me

She might be yo' bitch but that be my ho

I keep a stick on deck just to let a nigga know (know)

Run up on me, if you got it on ya mind, fuck nigga

You a pussy if you hatin' by the bitch, fuck nigga

Fake stones in yo' chain, ho, boy, stop fraudulent

You better tuck it in 'cause my homeboys robbin'

15 murders on the stick I got

I ain't sayin' I'm the shooter, but I just got caught

Might eat a little pussy, boy, I don't kiss ass

Keep thinkin' bitches show one, bust a nigga ass

From the cocaine cap, where niggas gon' ride

Invest the income tax on a brand new trap

Believe that flow, I ain't ever been a ho

Hatin' on a nigga 'cause he make a lil' mo'

Got the killers on pause, so wheatgrass I'm blowin'

Fuck nigga I'm Greezy, for a nigga no, no'

I get money, I fuck hos

Get the fresh straw, niggas already know

Cup full of liq', lungs full of smoke

I'm the shit, believe that, whoa

I'm the shit, believe that, whoa

I'm the shit, believe that, whoa

I get money, I fuck hos

Get the fresh straw, niggas already know (yeah)

Cup full of liq', lungs full of smoke (brisco!)

I'm the shit, believe that, whoa (Ballgreezy, what up?)

I'm the shit, believe that, whoa

I'm the shit, believe that, whoa

Bitch, I'm me, I'm the shit

Even when I'm broke, I still look rich

Yeah, brand-new sound, brand new outfit

Same old swag, and same old Bris'

Hatin' she change, I still get money

And the game doesn't change, I still get money

Ain't nun' but a thing, ain't nun' but a lean

Nigga, I ain't just stank, I'm just the shit

Smokin' all good, livin' that life

Niggas went left, guess I went right

Believe that, whoa, just know that

Promise if I get it, you won't get your ho back, just know that

I get money, I fuck hos

Get the fresh straw, niggas already know (bris')

Cup full of liq', lungs full of smoke

I'm the shit, believe that, whoa (believe that, whoa)

I'm the shit, believe that, whoa (believe that, whoa)

I'm the shit, believe that, whoa (believe that, whoa)

I get money, I fuck hos

Get the fresh straw, niggas already know (Bris')

Cup full of liq', lungs full of smoke

I'm the shit, believe that, whoa

I'm the shit, believe that, whoa

I'm the shit, believe that, whoa

I get I'm the shit, you can tell by the swag

I don't mean to brag but I do pop tags

Five for the kicks, six for the tight pants

Ain't sayin' I'm rich, but I got a little cash

You wouldn't believe that, I know you hate to see that

Ask your bitch 'bout Ballgreezy

I bet ya bitch could tell ya better 'bout the fella gettin' setta

Feelin' myself right now, it's whatever

Believe that, whoa, 'cause I'm the shit

You might get a chain if you freeze my piss

I get money, nigga, I stun

It ain't hard to tell by the holes in the front

I ain't gotta rap still, gettin' by the fla'

I ain't gotta be fresh, they still gon' ja'

Red Bull in goosetap, mommy ass car

I got them pills if a bitch want po'

Mommy, put it in your mouth, run it down with the sha'

Y'all ain't to get a house, if I can knock that pussy ou', 'cause

I get money, I fuck hos

Get the fresh straw, niggas already know

Cup full of liq', lungs full of smoke

I'm the shit, believe that, whoa

I'm the shit, believe that, whoa

I'm the shit, believe that, whoa

I get money, I fuck hos

Get the fresh straw, niggas already know

Cup full of liq', lungs full of smoke

I'm the shit, believe that, whoa

I'm the shit, believe that, whoa

I'm the shit, believe that, whoa

Oh! (Icons music)

Greezy