Sh!t (feat. Future, Rick Ross, Schoolboy Q, Meek Mill, Young Jeezy) [Remix]

Took niggas out the hood like I'm from there So you know it's all good when I come there I hear you talk about your city like you run there Then I brought my tour to your city, you my son there Nigga, but I had to come through for the remix On my haven't done a verse in eight weeks shit And if a nigga say my name, he the hot shit But if I say that nigga name, he still the hot shit Fucked up, lucky I don't feed into the gossip Niggas act like they don't know, but they should know Yeah, I just think it's funny how they dangling the bait But I'm the one that's killing niggas on the hooks though And niggas ain't got a grill, still ice grill hatin' I know you already know Mike WiLL Made-It Just looking at the numbers, nigga, I feel amazing I'll call Michael Jordan up and Mike will make it I'm the young rap nigga with the 'Melody deal You need to come to OVO for a better deal Soon mean ain't shit once you get a mil' And niggas say it's all good, that's how you better feel, nigga Nah, fuck that, this year I'm talking big stuff Rolling through the city like a young nigga bricked up Fuck niggas gon' be fuck niggas That's why we never gave a fuck when a fuck nigga switched up Frontin' like you really on that bullshit Shot it down, make a motherfucker do a full flip Chyeah, chyeah, nigga really really on that Crip shit Bisquick, whip, whip, whip, nigga movin' Got the tool in, yeah, the piece on me useless Nigga ruthless, leave a chump nigga toothless Tell 'em smooches Got that white girl, did a tan, went to ice her Arm & Hammer, mixin' venom like a viper Who the buyer? I'm the nigga with the fire Since a minor, now I'm major with the paper Droppin' acres, overseas like a sailor You a hater, and your daddy in the same boat You a busta with your chain gold Pourin' syrup on my Eggo Foreign leaders for the a-do To the face, now the day slow You's a pretty lil' rainbow Real nigga, call me Django 50 Seconds 'til the sail low Wild bucks, shootin' halos Every pocket got a bankroll I don't think you really understand me Groovy Q ain't kicked the nose candy Nigga, tell me how you want it with a savage It get crazy where I'm living, it's tragic If you can take it from my pocket, you can have it You know I got a body bag in the trash You know I got a old thot you can have Nigga couldn't fuck my old bitch Niggas couldn't eat my old pussy I'm in the kitchen, I can tell you how the stove look Nigga, all I really wanted was the Pyrex A couple hundred body snatchers in the projects You know my plug stay connected like direct I'm in Miami, my bitch is like, "Where LeBron at?" I finish fucking her, I'm fishing like, "Where your mom at?" And fuck the coppers, I got choppers for the combat Couldn't believe it, my nigga said he was selling grenades So bullshittin', I'ma sit you where a bomb at DC nigga, sick wrist, whip dope You ain't know a chopper price get this low See, I cop 'em in Atlanta, bring 'em back to Alabama Avenue And tell them niggas, "Come and get it, let's go" Fifty in the MAC, take 'em back to Benning Road Sleep with bitches in my kitchen with the semis on the floor All I know, I want him dead by tonight With his head in his lap and his body at the light Purchase me some Act' and I'ma pour me up a Sprite Tell the bitch keep countin' 'til she get the count right When the bitch finish, might purchase her a flight Might take her whole life, might fuck her all night Right, you know I hate to say it twice But these pussy ass niggas ain't 'bout that life Pussy ass niggas ain't 'bout that life These pussy ass niggas ain't 'bout that life Thirty in the clip, catch the whole thing Feds know a nigga by his whole name Shoot him in his hand for his gold chain You was running ball, we was selling cocaine Talking 'bout you buyin' bricks Nigga, you ain't cop shit We was sellin' all the keys We was like the locksmith Twenty-five hundred for the red bottoms Balmain, five bands for the waist, nigga I'm rollin' through my city in a new Rolls-Royce Chief Keef, three hundred for the Wraith, nigga AK, SK, HK, nigga Three Ks like I hate niggas And I'll put you in your place, nigga You got shoebox money, I got safe, nigga, hold up Automatic pistol on a nigga leather seat She a bad bitch, she my jam of the week All I ever wanted was a kilo Said I am a little woe with the Rico Bitches lookin' at me, Keisha, look at all these chains It's the Art of War, tour bus full of Ks Master P money, I can pull up in a tank See murder, shoot a new appeal on the way Still sleepin', you and six niggas to the room Rich niggas comin' through, you broke niggas better move At your front door, got word you got work Three-point-five for that P of the purp' Now it's six figures for this fat nigga's verse All eyes on me as I'm walkin' through the church Prayin' Lord forgive me, thirty shots in the semi I done paid all my tithes, now it's time to go and get it My new plug don't fuck with the cut My new bitch gettin' fucked in the butt Ride by the trap, see me sittin' on the truck Niggas said they comin' through, but they see we strapped up, what? Nigga run in your house for that brown bag Feds wanna know how much in the brown bag Niggas swingin' that stick for the brown bag Your bitch even saved my number under "Brown Bag" All I ever wanted was a kilo Said I am a little woe with the Rico Sippin' on purp, nigga still got a pint Still movin' work, nigga, ooh, what a night Ooh, what a night, ooh, what a night Post a picture of that pussy, get 200 likes Get 200 likes All that bitch gettin' from me is them 200 likes Made the Forbes and I'm straight up out the projects Still dressed in all black like a suspect With the chopper That's the only way them pussies gon' stop me All the little niggas wanna act like they got a ghetto Stack a twenty bill, nigga, talkin' Carmelo When the Olympic Games and the categories came Bet you one fuckin' thing, I'll win a gold medal Why you actin' like a bitch? Lil Jon, my nigga Don't you ever doubt me, I'm like LeBron, my nigga I ain't takin' no shorts, bitch, I hit it with the fork Fuck the risk game, you more on, my nigga I ain't goin' out like a bitch, y'all know me Fourth quarter, pressure on 'em like Kobe Act like my shit gon' stink, so I can feel like a bank Neck lookin' like a 40 ounce of Olde E Tell me why my adversaries ain't murder me yet If they do, bury me in a burgundy 'Vette Talk behind my back, you can hate me all you want See me on IG, I bet your bitch get wet Yeah, you see me on Gangland, it's real as it get They just rappin' about, I was livin' that shit Straight up Talkin' 'bout you poppin' tags, nigga you ain't bought shit Talkin' bout a hunnid bottles, nigga you ain't pop shit All you talk banana clips, nigga you ain't shot shit Spendin' money on these hoes, nigga you ain't bought shit I ain't tryna hear a whole bunch of that shit About how many bodies you caught My niggas is real thug niggas Them real niggas don't talk World star niggas get caught Wavin' all them guns at the cameras Bum ass nigga you ain't bout to shoot shit You don't do shit, you just think it's cool shit to move bricks Real niggas do it cause they got to I know them real niggas and it's not you And if they see your ass 'round here frontin' Real shit it be somewhere and shot you Man get the fuck out the booth poppin' that shit Corny ass nigga just talkin' that shit Heard about it, read about it, never been around it But you think you so fast, just somebody to ask Why you movin' 'round with your ho? You ain't even stickin' to the code You don't even represent the life right Pussy nigga sleepin' with a nightlight Comin' for your head like fight night I can get anything done for the right price boy Talkin' 'bout you poppin' tags, nigga you ain't bought shit Talkin' bout a hunnid bottles, nigga you ain't pop shit All you talk banana clips, nigga you ain't shot shit Spendin' money on these hoes, nigga you ain't bought shit If money talk, then y'all pockets ain't sayin' shit I'm in the bathroom gettin' head from your bitch And I ain't payin' her shit You want beef? You don't know who you playin' with I tell my pilot to land the jet I'm hoppin' off, yeah when we poppin' off Leave a clique of you niggas dead where you standin' at I'm just a trippy nigga smokin' on cabbage The money funny like Jim Carrey I got a bitch and she super bad like Halle And we still keepin' it white like Barry I'm a rich nigga, still keep a pistol with me Nigga you ain't fuckin' with a picture of me I got all this cake and shooters with me Just in case you pussy niggas try to get you a piece What it is my nigga? What it's hittin' fo'? Where the car you was whippin' in your video? Where the ice at nigga? Where them pretty hoes? You a fraud, real niggas already know Broke ass niggas, I can't stand them I hit 'em with the cannon I'm buyin' out the mall at random Juicy J, that nigga fresh to death Smoke until it's nothin' left Peel off, then I'm ghost in my Phantom Talkin' 'bout you poppin' tags, nigga you ain't bought shit Talkin' bout a hunnid bottles, nigga you ain't pop shit All you talk banana clips, nigga you ain't shot shit Spendin' money on these hoes, nigga you ain't bought shit My killers got shooters on shooters Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang Knock 'em down, hundred rounds, lotta pounds Kilograms on the ave, how you want it? Quarter thing, half thing, whole slab Young Atlanta nigga pull a hammer on you Pull up on a nigga in a California Teach a lame how to flip a couple numbers Whole summer dope runners gettin' more commas Money got me geekin', geekin', geekin' Damn I need more Alejandro bringin' in them truck loads Copy that, get racks, nigga 10-4 Chopper bullets just rip a nigga head off Clip long as a lil nigga leg dawg Empty that and the barrel just smoke Closed casket, nigga head open Peel the top back, yeah I'm in the foreign Wide body and it's sittin' on Forgis Chopper kick like Chuck Norris Ralph Lauren, my engine full of horses Aim game insane, nigga I'm a marksman Cocaine white, young nigga flip porcelain Blow up a fortune, million on the Forgis Niggas totin' AK's like they got 40s Talkin' 'bout you poppin' tags, nigga you ain't bought shit Talkin' bout a hunnid bottles, nigga you ain't pop shit All you talk banana clips, nigga you ain't shot shit Spendin' money on these hoes, nigga you ain't bought shit