Shit Lyrics

Shit Lyrics

Yeah (Oh my God, is that Avery?)
Out here
Yeah
Yeah

I don't owe a nigga sh*t
I'm a grinder, I wasn't built to ride the bench
Forgot about my problems, I got rich
I got b**ches, I got niggas, family members on my dick
Who talk behind your back when you don't wanna give 'em sh*t
I don't owe a nigga sh*t
Lose the chance if you don't take the risk
I don't need no one to tell me what I'm is
I don't owe a nigga sh*t
b**ches gettin' pregnant, keep you from your kids
Then complain 'bout what you haven't did
I don't owe you b**ches sh*t

Presidential Day-Date, 18 karat plain jane
Reminiscin' times that meals was missin', havin' hunger pains
Remember when the b**ch that you was feelin' played a bunch of games?
Remember when them niggas lent you somethin' and tried to stain your name?
Big body Benz say, "Dick, how you holdin' up?"
Pillow talkin' with them hoes that I don't wanna f**k
Street nigga, shout out to my niggas out in Memphis
You sneak dissin' Brasi, pussy nigga, you got titties
Posted in Atlanta, Fitness Center, in here workin'
Gossipin' like b**ches, you lil' niggas went and got surgery
Remember that last time that you ain't wanna see no murder?
Remember MAC-11 Kevin? Dealer, yo, I'm servin'
Real nigga, what up? Know I like to cut up
Non-convicted felon-ass nigga, shut the f**k up
I sent that b**ch from jail, paid his bill and got him bossed up
Villa by the water, barber givin' me a touch-up
With the hand I'ma stand, carbon drum up on a come up
Big b**ch'll your rip stomach, probably make you cough a lung up
Big b**ch here hold a hunnid, better pray this b**ch get hung up
Bricks from Colombia delivered on a dump truck

I don't owe a nigga sh*t
I'm a grinder, I wasn't built to ride the bench
Forgot about my problems, I got rich
I got b**ches, I got niggas, family members on my dick
Who talk behind your back when you don't wanna give 'em sh*t
I don't owe a nigga sh*t
Lose the chance if you don't take the risk
I don't need no one to tell me what I'm is
I don't owe a nigga sh*t
b**ches gettin' pregnant, keep you from your kids
Then complain 'bout what you haven't did
I don't owe you b**ches sh*t

Thank God for uniforms, Lord knows I wasn't fresh
I used to wear my mama Bongo jeans or some dirty sweats
Dreaming 'bout that texture, swear to God, I want big rings
Cars with the big chains, cigars with a sick dame
Load of clothes in the washer, your lil' drawers still got sh*t stains
Nigga 'round the corner puttin' that dick all in your b**ch brains
How is she to blame? She just addicted to the lifestyle
Pop out, drop the top, who not gon' let me lay that pipe down?
Pull her hair and hit her from the back, b-b-b-ba-yow
Gotta catch a play, I cannot stay, okay, goodbye now
Remember when they passed by you and laughed while you was walkin'?
God blessed you with a swag, you got that bag, look who talkin'
Wham, bam, thank you, ma'am, you could scram, you're a toadie
No one's got a name for it, don't know what to call it
Lean by the liter, but you not a alcoholic
Say you wanna grab a dub, why the f**k you stallin'?
Diamonds in my f**kin' teeth, I'm forever ballin'
Dior slides, Polo tees on an island flossin'
Jim Carrey, you get outta line, I got a choke ya
My name Kevin and I'm home alone like Macaulay Culkin (Kevin)

I don't owe a nigga sh*t
I'm a grinder, I wasn't built to ride the bench
Forgot about my problems, I got rich
I got b**ches, I got niggas, family members on my dick
Who talk behind your back when you don't wanna give 'em sh*t
I don't owe a nigga sh*t
Lose the chance if you don't take the risk
I don't need no one to tell me what I'm is
I don't owe a nigga sh*t
b**ches gettin' pregnant, keep you from your kids
Then complain 'bout what you haven't did
I don't owe you b**ches sh*t