I Be On My Shit

[Chorus:] Dat nigga so whack, why you fuckin wid a nigga like dat Where you got dat nigga from, you need to take dat nigga back She be in da club tryna fuck wid a nigga like me, yeah Cause I be on ma shit, ain’t never low key yeah I be on ma shit, I be on ma-I be on ma shit[x4] I be on ma shit [Verse 1:] I stay strapped, in case I gotta lay a bitch nigga 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 shit mad Real niggz show me love, an bitches want my last name I rather hang wid a broke real nigga than a fake rich nigga 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 bitch like laps I like to get fucked up, loaded an keyed off weed, mayne D nigga bitch shows up, now she fuckin 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 nigga might be pagin [Chorus]