Shit Lyrics - Future

Oh, you know you ain't got all them guns 

And you ain't killed nobody yet 

How many times you shot that muhfucka? 

Ain't nobody popped up dead 

Shit! 

Talkin' 'bout you poppin' tags, nigga you ain't bought shit 

Talkin' 'bout a hunned bottles, nigga you ain't popped shit 

All you talk nana clips, nigga you ain't shot shit 

Spending money on these hoes, nigga you ain't fuck shit 

Shit, shit 

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Bought the ho a hunned pair of red bottoms 

That's a quarter milli' on a hand job my nigga 

Blllll stick'em 

Fuck you and every nigga came witcha 

Gone put a nigga on a picture 

Gone put a nigga on a t-shirt 

Back in the day when a nigga sell dope 

I'mma slap your daddy out and then put him in a hole 

Glock 40, whooo! Turn up, turn up 

My ambitions as a rider! 

Sippin' on lean, getting higher 

Nigga I'm a codeine buyer 

Know younot a foreign whip driver 

Shout out to the shooters and the shooters only 

You never walk around with a lot of money 

Bundles fallin' all out your pocket 

When you hit'em in the head can you keep a solid? 

Bulletproof whip we'll blow it up 

Like some raw uncut don't blow it up 

Represent your gang nigga throw it up 

I don't give a fuck where you at nigga throw it up 

Photos 

Catch a nigga slippin' at the red light 

With ya AK, let me see you shoot it 

You a goon, you a goon, you a goon, you a goon 

Nigga let me see you prove it 

Presidential rollie and its glidin' 

Love a nigga wrist when its shinin' 

Hate a nigga wrist when its blingin' 

So I went and added more diamonds 

Hot boy nigga, BG 

Thats the way these young niggas eat 

Drinking on syrup can't sleep 

Keep it copacetic with your partner 

Blockbuster niggas running around with real choppers 

Nigga what's the color of them bottles, they ain't gold 

And you moving round with ya ho 

You ain't even sticking to the code 

Pimps up, pimps up, hoes down, hoes down 

A pool full of money and I'm 'bout to drown 

I'mma fool on the corner with that Bobby Brown 

Button up suits at the Grammy's 

Had to turn it up for the family 

Yes I'm a Freebandz bandit