Shiddd Lyrics - Plies

Oh this a hit nigga 

With no words on it 

I got on two chains, but, no, I ain't Tity Boi 

I'm dream chasin', but I ain't from Philly boy 

Bitch bad, and she said that I can get it boy 

This a hit and I'm a make a nigga feel it boy 

My flow on range, my swag's insane 

And my campaign on ten, I like the bitch 

She down to fuck, but I'm really into her friend 

House up on the hill, got it off of cocaine 

Aventador Lamborghini, condo off of Biscayne 

Bitch I'm in my lane, fresh as hell, no stains 

Robert jeans with the stones, Giuseppe man's my chain 

I'm different, I was built for this, my bitch only rock Tiffany 

You rat, you'll sing a symphony and I'm back, city been missing me 

My watch silly my clock ignorant and I'm the king of my city 

I'm banned up and I ain't in a band 

But my flow just like an instrument 

Bass, feel that, yellow tape of the trizack 

Hating is a disease, pussy where they do that? 

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L.A. Reid cut the check for me 

King shit and you know what it is 

Shawty smell like a pound of that loud, but a nigga look like a hundred mill 

But I drive Ferrari, fuck the motherfuckin dealer 

Pay 10 million for a mansion, that worth more than your opinion 

I got racks all in my cargo pants 

Standard clip with that hollow man, yo' bitch ass 

If yo bitch bad, she get fucked fast, ain't no romance 

My diamond dancing in 3D nigga 

Like a bank strip when you see me, nigga 

Your money wrong and my money long 

And I'm playing with it like PE nigga 

Real nigga no joke, don't think there nigga no ho 

I got mini Mac-10 and a 100 round drum 

In the carpet up under my car 

And nigga I don't wanna smoke your weed, plain gas the only thing I smoke 

And I gotta thank God for the niggas off Bankhead 

Shawty, they taught me everything I know 

Like how to whip it, cook it, cut it, deal it 

Hand it to your partner let him flood through the city 

Really, we bout that action, you try us and we blastin' 

We turnt to the max that's a motherfucking fact 

I'm a real nigga, fuck these rappers 

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Door up, doors down 

When I'm in the club, bitch it's going down 

Shawty think it fucked, hand down, hands up, pants down 

Down, down, shawty fuckin head down 

I see my phone blowing up, I know it's going down 

Once I busted at the rapper, then it hit the town 

Check the numbers in the city, boy it going down 

This that dope boy academy, them three letters been after me, (Who?) 

The F.B.I. ever catchin me, my family my witness a tragedy 

Shorty open her legs up happily 

I ball hard like an athlete 

Young black nigga in a big white phantom 

Nigga, I look like a referee nigga 

They blowing the whistle they telling 

I do the clam I'm chilling 

This bitch turned up making rain 

When I'm in the club you yellin 

They talk about these Bentley's that I'm gettin on the daily 

One feet in the game and one feet out, swear I barely made it 

I'm a real nigga till the death of me 

Never sing a song like a parakeet 

50 bandz in my pocket just blew 60 grand on that Cherokee 

I be gettin money like a motherfuckin Brinx trunk 

Standing in the kitchen, nigga, trying to build a brick up, uh!