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You Not Shit

Sauce Moneyhuatong
nikkolewilson08huatong
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I'm the type that bend the corner, pull up on your pop shit

Bounce about the car with AR, watch me nod shit

That's what you get for thinkin' you niggas hot shit

Knowin' damn well you not shit Fans had me, but didn't have no case

With a nigga snatched out, I ain't got time to play

All my niggas tryna ball like LeBron and Wade

True new threes in your face like Batty A and Ray

I let the money do the talkin', I ain't got much to say

Shit bosses, no bosses, shout out to Jay

Not the one from the rock, the one that fucked with Dre

R &P to the Mack and shout out to the Bay

I'm about to leave KC and head out to the A

Probably stay four weeks, shit, I got money to make

I tell a broke nigga if it cost money to hate

Then these dirty ass niggas wouldn't have shit to say

I done seen a lot of shit, lookin' out of these frames

I done seen the game change, shit ain't the same

Got a nigga feelin' lost like I'm stuck in a maze

Think we wanna go all home, duggin' from caves

I'm a different type of nigga, that ain't the way I was raised

Your bitch work minimal wage to buy me clothes and J's

All my niggas think like we was prone to age

From the school of hard knocks, you shoulda seen our grades

I'ma take it in the corner, pull up on your pop shit

Bounce about the car with AR, watch me nod shit

That's what you get for thinkin' you niggas not shit

Knowin' damn well you not shit

I'ma take it in the corner, pull up on your pop shit

Bounce about the car with AR, watch me nod shit

That's what you get for thinkin' you niggas not shit

Knowin' damn well you not shit

Everything you try and do, nigga, we been did it

Runnin' around in somethin' rented and it's super tinted

I fuck with generals, captains, and lieutenants

While your crew ain't nothin' but a bunch of new niggas

Put us in the same room with no to -do with us

I know two brittas born on a black tie

All they know is crack rock and makin' max pie

And all you clowns know is jumpin' on your laptop

Takin' fag shots, man, this shit need to stop

You couldn'ta came to the block where we saw rocks

Little niggas woulda stripped you to your drawers and sock

Make you run to Mazza Pops, make them call the cops

Humpin' 30 ,000 bells, that's a raw block

Hit the corner and watch your nigga's dog drop

In this gang shit, you gotta have a dump shot

And for them kicks, you gotta have a good pump block

Slippin' in the battlefield to get you swamped, ah

I know killers from Bed -Stuy with dreadlocks

Walk up on you broad day and make that lead pop

Talkin' head shots, nigga, talkin' head shots

I'm the type that bend the corner, pull up on you, pop shit

Bounce up out the car with AR, watch me not shit

That's what you get for thinkin' you niggas not shit

Knowin' damn well you not shit

I'm the type that bend the corner, pull up on you, pop shit

Bounce up out the car with AR, watch me not shit

That's what you get for thinkin' you niggas not shit

Knowin' damn well you not shit

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