Shittin' Me

Shittin' Me Lyrics

[Chorus]
Uh yeah yeah on dis one right here we goin to lock down the whole world wit dis one

Come on [X17]

You sh*ttin me a [X15]

Dem aint edie golds in yo mouth, sh*ttin me,you say you got dem keys and dem peas,sh*ttin me, talkin bout you got dem stacks on deck boy ,sh*ttin me,d4l
Aint what's happenin sh*ttin me,cant rap and make this hot track, sh*ttin me,you claming you aint feeing this boy,sh*ttin me,o dats real platnium on yo
Neck, sh*ttin me,thinkin that gurl right thurr goin get wit cha boy, sh*ttin me, tiping house you buying her drinks she gon tell you, sh*ttin me, tellin
Me you got dem pe fo 13, sh*ttin me,thinkin i'm gone keep takin this shout money, sh*ttin me, dem spree aint got you ass geeked up, sh*ttin me, talkin u
Bout want yo money back partner, sh*ttin me, what you thinkin i'm a lame nigga, sh*ttin me, telll them cops on the west side think i'm slow, sh*ttin me,
Ther aint nu kills on this side ,sh*ttin me

[Chorus X17]

They talkin bout the stunt broken mutha f**kin sh*ttin me, they call me juicy ten yall suckers nigga's will see,i'ma a made man tyrin to get these mutha
f**kin millions, have my sh*t stacked up higher than peach street buildins, aint no f**kin friend of me, damn sho aint no ken to me so why yall tyrin to
Hang around, yall can't even be fin no ten of me ,sh*ttin me d4l is my real click,dem the only nigga's i trust and i break bread wit, see stunting is a
Habbit, ow i got carrots , everytime my necklas hang my fans try to grab it, i wish you would i wish you would, and try to get buck and so many nigga's
Wit d4l well tear the club up, and they dreesed in all black, damn right we got stacks,if you want sumtin from the park b**ch well buy that, sh*ttin me,
Alwayz talkin bout f**kin lintin me get some where, i don't need no broke nigga's round me,

Come on

[Chorus X16]

All my gangsta's, all my thugs, they sh*t on you, you f**k em up, d4l aint all i trust you ,sh*ttin me, that's all my luv, they aint bone enuf to come
f**k wit us, bankhead gone buck wit us, westside gone buck wit us, ATL gone buck wit us,u think fabo aint ready to come out thet door and kill a b**ch ,
You sh*ttin me, you think i'm lyin when i say i'm pop by bill, b**ch,you sh*ttin me, i lived dirty all my life but u think it aint real b**ch you sh*ttin
Me, you think i'm playin o wi this steal you sh*ttin me, we stand on corners and cus, we hell to much, we killa wit guts automatic no clutch, proper boy
That's me click, i don't care who you wit d4l runin sh*t, we got the hood on lock b**ch, scot ye lard dats my dog,free blu wat up 'cause , in the hood everday,
Like a fen on drugs, got that work for the low, weed, pills ,and the drow,seely fat never slow, count my money get sum mo

[Chorus X16]