I Be On My sh*t lyrics

by

Juicy J


[Chorus:]
Dat n*gga so whack, why you f*ckin wid a n*gga like dat
Where you got dat n*gga from, you need to take dat n*gga back
She be in da club tryna f*ck wid a n*gga like me, yeah
Cause I be on ma sh*t, ain’t never low key yeah
I be on ma sh*t, I be on ma-I be on ma sh*t[x4]
I be on ma sh*t

[Verse 1:]
I stay strapped, in case I gotta lay a b*tch n*gga flat
Jus cause I rap, don’t think that I won’t bust my gap
I’m a thug from d mud, an I’ll play that sucka sh*t mad
Real n*ggz show me love, an b*tches want my last name
I rather hang wid a broke real n*gga than a fake rich n*gga
Fools show dem true colours when they off dat liquor
I was raised in d trenches wit d grimeys an hittaz
Posted on the af wid a mouth full a spittaz
Talk bout the OGs neva let a hoe make us enemies
I’m solid as a oak tree, neva fallen off like loose leaves

[Chorus]

(Focus on ma fetti yo)

[Verse 2:]
Turned to d max, dabs a dat OG wax
Countin dese stacks, runnin game on a b*tch like laps
I like to get f*cked up, loaded an keyed off weed, mayne
D n*gga b*tch shows up, now she f*ckin wit me now
If she knew better, she’ll do better an get rid a dat square ass cubicle
He’s featherweight, I’m a heavyweight, jewellry louder dan a musical
Ridin in summin foreign, she tired a him he borin
So I’m pullin up in dat Phantom, an ma ugly ass look handsome
Speakers throwin a tanrum, money like Richard Branson
Alcohol in ma hands (hands), cheers like Ted Danson
Congatulatin an celebratin, thanks for all d hatin
He asked too many questions mayne that n*gga might be cakin'
[Chorus]
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