Maybe lyrics

b*tch I'm the sh*t, B-b*tch I'm the sh*t
b*tch I'm the sh*t, B-b*tch I'm the sh*t
b*tch I'm the sh*t, B-b*tch I'm the sh*t
Repeat it to yo' b*tch, Tell yo' b*tch I'm the sh*t
I'm so dis-disrespectful
Ask them b*tches that you next to
Prolly hit it if I met you
I don't remember none of yall names
This ain't legal in yo' state
This that fire arm, that cherry balm
I light in yo' face
Mr. Edison, I put it on
That jewelry in my safe, now yo' vison gone,my bad my dawg
I'm sippin' on that case, Michael Kohrs on my face, so watch yo' step n*gga
What, you deaf n*gga ?
Don't you ever greet me with yo' f*ckin' left n*gga
All, all tinted up
I can spot you way quicker
I'm in the fashion district
Polo, f*ck that Hilfiger

Yeah
Maybe you some bullsh*t
And I talk that real sh*t
I'm bout' to hit that kill switch
And burn this b*tch like chili
I'm ill, and it's so evident
I just threw my evidence
In the crowd, I don't give a sh*t
Too many people just got them tips
I'm hoggin
Slim, skinny n*gga doe, ballin'
Pay cash for the cashmere, Ralph Lauren, Carlton
Your just a square in the office
Arlis, I'mma need a agent I'm spalding
Bi-Big donkey butt
She could be my target
I pinned the tail, I did it well, well done, so applaud me
This beat got me joggin'
Easy for a caveman
I'm inline, you talkin'
Cooler than my Ray-Bans
Darker shades, rain man
Get the cash, rain man
Killa' J's, Space Jam
The muthaf*ckin' Son of Sam
Pull up in that all white ice box
Hottest out the sweat shop
Pull a bear, mink out
n*gga I'm the muthaf*ckin' truth
You ain't't notice what I do
You don't do this how I do
I be rollin', 3x2
That's that BM-Dub 6 Coupe
Yeah I got that photoproof
Photobooth, no photoshop
Red beans, I'm super hot
Wait till my album drops
n*gga