You Aint Shit

You ain’t shit nigga
You ain’t shit nigga
You ain’t shit nigga
You ain’t shit
I got guns (who don’t?)
I got drugs (who don’t?)
I got cake, I got broads, I got cars (who don’t?)
You ain’t shit nigga
You ain’t shit nigga
You ain’t shit nigga
You ain’t shit
You an unemployed rapper
You all talk like a voice actor
I make my move, and think about the choice after
Snatched ya bitch, cause I can make her moist faster
Do my du', then slide her to my boys after, you have to
Play basketball, for selling crack?
You soft and can’t rap at all
I got Jurassic jaws
Spittin classic bars
Faggots y’all
Bitch niggas acting hard
We don’t need no raps involved, this shit is enough
Only dimes I drop are the bitches I fuck
This isn’t luck, it’s here on hard work
We all got an IM WORTH MILLIONS 3XL shirt
God works in mysterious ways
So I’m grindin and riding until we get paid
(With that said?)
Drop the beat I got something to say
Fuck that nigga that killed Carl Blaze
Ayo Session, worth millions, I’m bout to make it all
You like second week sales, 'bout to take a fall
Then keep me on my toes talkin bout the haters, y’all
On my dick, that last bit of piss, tryna shake him off
Break him off with a lil' sum’n sum’n
Hit you with a honeycomb, here’s something buzzing
Spit some hellfire, and think nothing of it
Like best friends swearing they related, you frontin cousin
If you don’t see, then I’ll be serving you
You serving me? (???)
Parle vous francais? Champagne if you ain’t heard me through
High class taste, but still just a dirty dude
I’ll murder you dog, the flow’s insane
I bring heat, so when it’s supposed to snow it rains
Fucking lames, I don’t care if you mad at me
The only thing dying is your cell phone battery