Future - Sh!t

  

Lyrics to Sh!t by Future

  [Hook x2] Talking 'bout you popping tags, n-gga you ain't bought shit Talking bout a hunned bottles, n-gga you ain't popped shit All you talk nana clips, n-gga you ain't shot shit Spending money on these hoes, n-gga you ain't f-ck shit Shit Shit [Verse 1: Future] Bought the ho a hunned pair of red bottoms Thats a quarter milly on a hand job n-gga Blllll stick'em f-ck you and every n-gga came witcha Gone put a n-gga on a picture Gone put a n-gga on a t-shirt Back in the day when a n-gga sell dope I'mma slap your daddy allofdem put'em in a hole Glock 40 whooo My ambitions as a rider Sipping on lean getting higher N-gga im a codein buyer No you ain't no foreign whip driver Shoutout to the shooters and the shooters only You never walk around with alot of money Bundles falling all out your pocket When you hit'em in the head can you keep a solid Bulletproof whip we'll blow it up Like some raw uncut don't blow it up Represent your hood n-gga throw it up I don't give a f-ck where you at throw it up [Hook x2] [Verse 2: Future] Catch a n-gga slipping at the red light With ya AK, let me see you shoot it You're a goon, you're a goon, you're a goon, you're a goon N-gga let me see you prove it Presidential rollie and its glidin' Love a n-gga wrist when its shinin' Hate a n-gga wrist when its blingin' So I went and added more diamonds Hot boy n-gga, BG Thats the way these young n-ggas eat Drinking on syrup can't sleep Keep a couple standing with ya partner Blockbuster n-ggas running around with real choppers N-gga what's the color of them bottles, they ain't gold Now you moving round with ya ho, You ain't even sticking to the code Pimps up, pimps up, hoes down, hoes down A pool full of money and I'm 'bout to drown I'mma fool on the corner with that Bobby Brown Button up suits at the Grammy's Had to turn it up for the family Yes I'm a freebandz bandit [Hook]