G’ Sh*t - T.I. Ni**a bing a rich ni**a like i don't know ha I can change if i wanna but i won't though Steer right even when i'm on the wrong road Real talk from the heart what i'm known for
Skinny jeans i don't do those I'm the starter sub-par oughta shoot for Fully automatic chopper you could shoot though Now i'm movin' five mil' when i shoot dough Audemar audemar hublot hublot One point five on the two-do' Old hustle new flow Old money new ho Suckers prayin' i'm a chill but i'm too cold Long as i'm around f**k they need you for
Ridin' in the chevy totin' three bricks
Since nobody wanna make g sh*t This is for the gangsters for the pimps and hoes
This is for the dopeboy trappers sellin' halves and hoes Since nobody wanna make g sh*t They want g sh*t give it to 'em They want g sh*t give it to 'em
I'm the one to give it to 'em If you don't know me let me tell you somethin' shawty Still got them choppers make you run from it Camouflage camouflage dog tag dog tag Got 'em followin' when you see me better haul a** Keep it g at all costs what you call that hey Crack rock hip hop i done all that Certified trap ni**a sucker fall back
A broke ni**a he may entertain all that All left field keep it true ni**a Save the flash in the dance for a new ni**a Keep speakin' for the ones who ain't got a voice Kill 'em dead only when they leave no other choice How i see it if you ain't down to die about it Don't write my time slime why the f**k we talking about it Still ridin' in the chevy totin' three bricks Since nobody wanna make g sh*t This is for the gangsters for the pimps and hoes
This is for the dopeboy trappers sellin' halves and hoes Since nobody wanna make g sh*t They want g sh*t give it to 'em They want g sh*t give it to 'em I'm the one to give it to 'em Now what the f**k is an ounce we smokin' bout an lb We don't even do the nine sell it by the whole ki And i'm a take this sh*t to trial they got nothin' on me They be on the champagne b**ch i'm 'bout to od I got a bag full of birds and motherf**kers gettin' robbed Bars on the trap doors got it looking like a vault Used to hit the highway over twenty of them things Young ni**a hit the club with the twenty unchanged When jay was beefin' with nas i was sellin' coc*ine When game was beefin' with 50 i was doin' the same thing I was at the hospital ni**a meechy got shot F**k you niggas talking 'bout i love that ni**a like pac
This is for the gangsters for the pimps and hoes
This is for the dopeboy trappers sellin' halves and hoes
Since nobody wanna make g sh*t
They want g sh*t give it to 'em They want g sh*t give it to 'em
I'm the one to give it to 'em
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A broke ni**a he may entertain all that All left field keep it true ni**a Save the flash in the dance for a new ni**a Keep speakin' for the ones who ain't got a voice Kill 'em dead only when they leave no other choice How i see it if you ain't down t
