Sh!t lyrics

by

Lil Wayne


[Intro: F. Mills]
It ain't no rules
We just dropping sh*t anytime we feel like it from now on
Shout to Jy, Salute Play, Jo-Jo, Bookie
Dj Gemini, Skinnyman
She want me to talk my sh*t man
Y'all done f*cked up now
Oh who am I?
I'm the reason y'all see that Trek Gang
Hustle Gang all down ya timeline
I'm F. Mills
Get used to me
Future..

[Hook: Future]
Talkin' 'bout you poppin' tags, n*gga you ain't bought sh*t
Talkin' 'bout a hunned bottles, n*gga you ain't popped sh*t
All you talk nana clips, n*gga you ain't shot sh*t
Spending money on these hoes, n*gga you ain't f*ck sh*t
sh*t, sh*t
Talkin' 'bout you poppin' tags, n*gga you ain't bought sh*t
Talkin' 'bout a hunned bottles, n*gga you ain't popped sh*t
All you talk nana clips, n*gga you ain't shot sh*t
Spending money on these hoes, n*gga you ain't f*ck sh*t
sh*t, sh*t

[Verse 1: F. Mills]
n*ggas tell me that they ready
They ain't ready though
I could tell by all the sh*t be on the radio
I mean all this wack sh*t come through my stereo
When I walk up in the room I scream carry on
I send shots leave you dancing like Terio
Feel like Pac
See these boys acting scary though
Do it from the blood
And if you grew up from the mud
And if you digging what I dug
You'll need a burial
These haters pop a lot of sh*t
But man It just prepare me tho
Tell me really why they mad
It's just motivation
I'm just living my life and you just f*cking waiting
If you gone get it n*gga quit it
f*ck being patient
If you think you n*ggas really
Winning better gone erase it
Had to scrap a lotta birds made em fly away
I see they all up in they feelings
Like a diary
They way too aggressive with them words
I felt some kinda way
If you offended n*gga with it
At the studio
I'm in the booth and I'm rhyming in my snap back
I spit the truth, so I'm tryna bring this rap back
Coming through the roof see me climbing on these hot tracks
It's what I do plus I'm grinding get them fat sacks
Nothing to lose what's to prove n*ggas got racks
Got my crews man the timing it's just all facts dressed in that all black
n*ggas best to fall back, sh*t!

[Verse 2: Drake]
Took n*ggas out the hood like I'm from there
So you know it's all good when I come there
I hear you talk about your city like you run that
And I brought my tour to your city, you my son there n*gga
But I had to come through for the remix
On my haven’t done a verse in 8 weeks sh*t
And if a n*gga say my name, he the hot sh*t
But if I say the n*gga name, he still the hot sh*t
f*cked up, lucky I don't feed into the gossip
n*ggas act like they don't know, but they should know
Yeah, I just think it's funny how they dangling the bait
But I'm the one that's killing n*ggas on the hooks though
And n*ggas ain't got a grill, still ice grill hating
I know y'all already know Mike Will Made It
Just looking at the numbers, n*gga, I feel amazing
I call Michael Jordan up and Mike will make it
I'm the young rap n*gga with the 'Melo deal
You need to come to OVO for a better deal
Just know a million ain't sh*t once you get a mill
And n*ggas say it’s all good, that’s how you better feel
n*gga nah, f*ck that, this year I'm talking big stuff
Rolling through the city like a young n*gga bricked up
f*ck n*ggas gon' be f*ck n*ggas
That's why we never give a f*ck when a f*ck n*gga switched up

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