I'm the Shit - Z-Ro, Jhonni Blaze

I think he mad cause he ain’t me

Maybe cause they ain’t been buyin' his shit lately

He performed for free, fuck that, they gotta pay me

So tired of countin' money

That’s how my everyday be (all motherfuckin' day)

Instead of hatin' on a player when you see one

Maybe you should try to find out how to be one

Cause all that hatin' that you be doin', that ain’t nothin'

You got your H’s confused

Stop hatin' hoe start hustlin'

Lord knows I go in just like a curfew

Ain’t gotta beat your ass my success is what really hurt you

Cause you a failure homie

So rotten I’m startin' to smell ya homie

You ain’t shit I just had to tell ya homie

Bitch, why you on my dick

Raise up off my dick

You just sick cuz I’m gettin' rich

You ain’t gettin' shit

You should quit, you ain’t sellin' shit

You irrelevant, I’m the shit

Cause you a failure homie

So rotten I’m startin' to smell ya homie

You ain'

Bitch wanna hold me down

I’ma always stay up

Try to cop my style

Oh ya hear me now, yeah

I took over your city

Now ya fake smile when you see me, yeah

I’m swervin' in your lane

H-Town made me fame now

Comin' from nothin', who ya kiddin'

Basic bitches press on how I’m livin'

They could pay for everything you got

Actin' like you bossed up but we know you not

I just be gettin' to the money

I’m so cool, I’m on the moon

I’m so on fire can’t cool me off

Don’t need no nigga to tell me I’m poppin'

Timmy timmy turner on my bullshit

Got me feelin' like I’m outta this world

Got me feelin' like a martian

Never ever slow down, hold up now

Let me tilt my crown

Bitch, why you on my dick

Raise up off my dick

You just sick cuz I’m gettin' rich

You ain’t gettin' shit

You should quit, you ain’t sellin' shit

You irrelevant, I’m the shit

Yeah, you signed so many contracts

Who you be with?

You gon' do what I don’t know, who you confusin' me with?

Here I go, there go your gun

My nigga can you reach it?

Nigga you a bitch Victoria told me your secret

You a he-bitch, got sucked in with them bitches online

Rapper dead and we all know Ro did it

But Ro really don’t mind (I don’t give a fuck)

Beat your eyebrows off your face boy

You must be outta your mind

I’m outside in your driveway

I see you peepin' out of your blind

Maserati doin' donuts

And that’s just my Wednesday car

Too much money I’ma go nuts

You like damn I wish I could get that car

Nigga don’t you drive a tow truck

Final stop the car go and get that boy

Call me out and I’ma show up

Tell the ambulan' go and get that boy

90,000 in my backseat

That’s my Ruth Chris money

You brought me your bitch bread

I’ma hustla nobody do shit for me

I’m on my Frank Lucas shit

I’m givin' all this shit away today

You hate a nigga that could help you pay your shit off layaway

Bitch, why you on my dick

Raise up off my dick

You just sick cuz I’m gettin' rich

You ain’t gettin' shit

You should quit, you ain’t sellin' shit

You irrelevant, I’m the shit