Sh!t (Feat. Future, Rick Ross, Schoolboy Q, Meek Mill, Young Jeezy) (Remix)

Oh, you know you ain't got all them guns And you ain't killed nobody yet How many times you shot that muhfucka Ain't nobody popped up dead Shit Talkin' bout ya poppin' tags, nigga, you ain't bought shit Talkin' bout 100 bottles, nigga, you ain't pop shit All you talk nana clips, nigga, you ain't shot shit Spendin' money on these hoes, nigga, you ain't fuck shit Shit, shit Y'all ain't crunk like me, y'all ain't bout shit AK 47 and that Ruger and some other shit PT Cruiser, nigga, do a nigga, who the nigga I'm so ratchet with that plastic Shit get drastic, leave him in the casket Now my nigga Mike WiLL giving me a chill pill But a nigga crunk still, plenty niggas got killed I don't give a fuck though, still got some ammo Dressed in camo, represent Atlanta, ho Pastor Disaster back like the rapture Don't let me catch ya, ho, I'm coming at ya Bap on my shoulder, pocket full of doja Keep my composure, fuck pulling over Brrrrr, stick 'em, fuck the niggas with them I'm gonna get them, promise I'mma hit them Pastor Disaster, get off my dick I be clean from my cup to my kicks Foreign How I like my bitch Y'all, niggas, ain't, shit Talkin' bout ya poppin' tags, nigga, you ain't bought shit Talkin' bout 100 bottles, nigga, you ain't pop shit All you talk nana clips, nigga, you ain't shot shit Spendin' money on these hoes, nigga, you ain't fuck shit Shit, shit Made the Forbes and I'm straight up outta projects Still running with them niggas with that work check It go Brrrrrrrr with the choppa That's the only way the pussy 'posed to stop ya Pour out a little liquor, one in every got a ghetto Stack a 20 bill, nigga, tall as Carmelo Winter olympic games and the categories came Bet ya one fuckin' thing, I'll win a gold medal Why ya 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 shows, bitch, I hit it with the fork Fuck a wrist game, use my whole arm, my nigga Snowman, bitch, y'all know me Fourth quarter pressure on 'em like Kobe Act like my shit don't stink, pocket feel like a bank Neck lookin' like a 40 ounce of OE Tell me why my album selling, they ain't murder me yet If they do, bury me in a burgundy 'Vette Talk behind my back, you could hate me all ya want But them same fuck niggas ain't shot shit yet Yeah, you see me on Gangland, as real as it get They just rappin' about it, I was livin' that shit Straight up Talkin' bout ya poppin' tags, nigga, you ain't bought shit Talkin' bout 100 bottles, nigga, you ain't pop shit All you talk nana clips, nigga, you ain't shot shit Spendin' money on these hoes, nigga, you ain't fuck shit Shit, shit This for my niggas when they walk up out the house, they turn it Fuck what ya mouth say turn it, turn it Fully automatic rifle, 100 round drum on it with a scope I done had that, nigga Brrrrrrr, stick 'em I ain't playing with these niggas, just kill 'em, turn it Nigga talk shit, I'll blast that nigga Shoot his ass right in front his homeboys Kill the party, drove off and then stab that nigga Everyone vicinity hear the boy ho noise I'm the Zone 1 king, from a whole one thing Threw a 100 on it, shawty, I was doing my thing You tryna get a million, I done did that Aye, keep it pimpin', keep a ticket where I live at Aye, listen, sucka, I got nothin' for ya but a new coffin I'll shoot you walkin' 'fore you get through talkin', nigga Catch me walkin' in ya hood, trench coat swingin' Mask on, step up on ya front porch bangin' Them Bankhead niggas, they a muhfucka, ain't they I'm the realest, richest nigga that you know today famous Catch ya flaggin' in ya hood and ya wanna be a gangsta In ya skinny jeans in arenas entertainin' No matter how you paint it, better see the big picture I'll get ya, nigga, wit' ya, then hit ya nigga Talkin' bout ya poppin' tags, nigga, you ain't bought shit Talkin' bout 100 bottles, nigga, you ain't pop shit All you talk nana clips, nigga, you ain't shot shit Spendin' money on these hoes, nigga, you ain't fuck shit Shit, shit