I’m Da sh*t lyrics

[Intro]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah...)
I'm Da sh*t, b*tch
I'm Da sh*t, b*tch
Look at my neck, damn
Look at my wrist, damn
Yeah

[Hook] x2
I'm Da sh*t, b*tch
I'm Da sh*t, b*tch
I'm Da sh*t, b*tch
I'm Da sh*t, b*tch
Look at my neck, damn
Look at my wrist, damn
Look at my b*tch, damn
Look at my feet, damn

[Verse 1]
Ay
Nintendo 64, sit it on the floor
Goon b*tch wit' a rumble pack
I'm bussin if you wanna act
Who better to f*ck yo b*tch than me
All this satisfaction
Take some notes, stop spazzin' for reactions
You's a nobody
This her body, she do what she want
You can have her back
I'm just making quota for the month
Where da hoes at?
Fresher than a Krispy Kreme
Hot light be forever on
Raw Shea Butter that be the cologne
Yo hoe favorite song
Diamond pus*y in these diamond thongs
I can't keep 'em on
Put these locals on but they ungrateful
So I leave 'em 'lone
Never needy, always hella speedy wit' recovery
Bouncin' back like Mystikal
Stunt on you, no tissue
I'm Da sh*t, b*tch
[Hook] x2
I'm Da sh*t, b*tch
I'm Da sh*t, b*tch
I'm Da sh*t, b*tch
I'm Da sh*t, b*tch
Look at my neck, damn
Look at my wrist, damn
Look at my b*tch, damn
Look at my feet, damn

[Verse 2]
Stir these b*tches spirits like elixir
Kill 'em all, 6 inches alone make you a victim
It's a thousand ways to die, baby, pick one
Death by designer, by diamonds, by dollars…
(Damn)
You a trip, you a one trick pony, and ya n*gga wanna holla
You be in the function 'bout 8 to 10 b*tches and they all babysitting one muthaf*ckin' bottle, ay
Baby bottle fulla that lean, good green, bumpin' that Young Thug - "Strange Things"
Free that n*gga Gucci, b*tch 'bouta get an ice cream cone tattooed on my muthaf*ckin' booty, ay
I’m Da sh*t, I’m the president, can’t nobody tell me "no"
Cuz I don't owe these hoes, don’t know these hoes, and they mad cuz they hair don’t grow
b*tch f*cked around and had mo' twins but I'm still living my muthaf*ckin' life
Still step in a hot spot like wifi & link, wit' a n*gga like f*ck yo wife
I'm Da sh*t, b*tch
[Cute Giggle]