sh*tty Mfs lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(JB made that beat)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah

[Verse]
Tryna rob me, gon' need an army (On God)
She thinkin' I'm f*ckin' for the free, b*tch, where them funds at? (Yeah)
Hit her from the back and have her runnin' (She runnin')
She just don't know I popped me a Perc', b*tch, I ain't done yet (On God)
My n*gga Bun locked (Damn)
He got out the county and came right back where the guns at (Choppers, yeah)
We still sh*ttin' on 'em (Yeah)
They gon' be some sh*tty motherf*ckers, I ain't done yet (On God)
Runnin' through these hoes like I'm runnin' through a check (Run through 'em)
He keep talkin' out his neck, I'ma put some money on his head (Yeah)
You know I'm runnin' through them 'bows, I done ran me up a check (A check)
Hundred bags on a jet, that sh*t ain't nothin' if you ain't scared (On God)
They say I need a hood trophy, so I went and bought a Rollie (Rollie)
Twenty thousand on me, know you see my pocket pokin' (Pokin')
I'm the type to f*ck her, then I act like I don't know her
She ain't want me back then, now you see them b*tches hopin' (On God)
f*ck an iPhone, I'm trappin' off the Motorola (Trappin')
Shout out to Ms. Tasha, I was sleepin' on the sofa (Yeah)
Young n*gga, he just want a Cutlass and some floaters (Boulders)
Run off with your sh*t, you know Fatt Macc'll f*ck you over (Yeah)
Now I'm the topic (Yeah)
No time for a b*tch 'cause I be switchin' up my watches (On God)
Watch the n*ggas 'round you, they might be the n*gga plottin' (They plottin')
I don't call her by her name 'cause I don't know, yeah, I forgot it (Damn)
They say money bring problems, you know I ain't trippin'
So I went and bought some choppers (Choppers), dare a n*gga try me (On God)
Cheapest in the city, they say I'm f*ckin' up the market (Low-low)
Camp at Neiman Marcus, I be f*ckin' up the profit (The check)
Life like Monopoly 'cause I be gambling with my life, ho (Gamblin')
Went and bought a trunk, ain't tryna gamble with these white folks (Woah)
Yeah, I went and bought them 'cause I know you can't buy those (Yeah)
They know I be havin' style, I come out, he gon' hide the hoes
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, I pick her out and there I go (Yeah)
Two b*tches all on a n*gga di*k, they tryna drive the boat
I hope this b*tch got somewhere to stay, she talkin' 'bout take her home
Rockstar, twenty-one b*tches, I feel like Post Malone (On God)