I'm The Shit

(Album: Mafia Lord (Chapter II) - 2021)

You would swear I know voodoo, got a missed call from LuLu (Brrt)
I'm a pit, you a poodle, coupe seats look like doo-doo (Vroom)
You ain't real, boy, you fufu, bitch a doll, look like NuNu (Mwah)
Dick'll make a bitch cuckoo, make the pussy go woo-woo (Michigan Meech, woo)
I got a lot of opps, but I'm best friends with my jeweler (Ice, ice, ice)
Bitches say they love the rose gold, it just do something to 'em (Yeah)
I look at you niggas' kits, y'all should throw 'em in the sewer
Out to eat at Joe Muer with this pretty little chooser (Chooser)
I think she into losers, I'm confused 'cause I'm rich (Rich)
I put pointers on my bitch, let her know she the shit (She the shit)
Nigga, I can never fall, but I fell in love with trips (Trips)
I don't build houses, but I fell in love with bricks (Woo)
Keep it real with myself, but I'll lie to a bitch (Yeah)
Yeah, I play a lil' pool, I walk in with the stick (Drrt)
I can't give her dick if that pussy got a stench
I had a dream last night that my nigga got me pinched (Damn)
Woke up in a penthouse, yawned and I put a nigga bitch out (Get out)
Paranoid, I can't even perform 'less the stick out (Swear to God)
I got big bands, lil' boy, you got a big mouth
I remember being fucked up, I'm the shit now (I'm the shit now)

I'm the shit, bitch, I'm the shit (I'm the shit)
Paranoid as fuck, so I'm riding 'round with the stick (Drrt)
I can't even lie to you, bae, you talk a lot of shit (Talk a lot of shit)
I think we should go together, you the shit and I'm the shit (Hahaha)
I'm the shit, bitch, I'm the shit (I'm the shit)
Can't ride around with a bird, so it's on my wrist (Brrt)
I ain't never here, I'm too busy getting it out the sticks (Yah)
I can't be around just anybody, bitch, 'cause I'm the shit ('Cause I'm the shit)

I'm the shit, bitch, I'm the shit (I'm the shit)
Rose gold everything for the kit (Ice, ice, ice)
When my white ice drop, they gon' be sick
This eighty 5.56s in my stick'll wipe a clique (Drrt)
Fill him up with green tips, I'll shoot you through a brick
Bitch, shake that moneymaker, paid a hundred for this eighter
We sliding on you later, suited up like Craig Sager
I'm all about the paper, in LA like a Laker
Bae, can you hold me down like an anchor? (Can you?)
Bitch, can you make your hands touch your ankles? (Can you?)
Can we fuck in the kitchen on the table? (Yeah)
I could've been broke like you, so I'm grateful (Thank God)
Money keep shit together like a staple
I'm winning now, jeans can't even hold all these strips I got (Racks, racks)
I can't even perform at your party 'less that chop ready to rock (Uh-uh)
I'm probably gon' die in the streets letting off shots
I used to be the shit and I'm still the shit now, pussy

I'm the shit, bitch, I'm the shit (I'm the shit)
Paranoid as fuck, so I'm riding 'round with the stick (Drrt)
I can't even lie to you, bae, you talk a lot of shit (Talk a lot of shit)
I think we should go together, you the shit and I'm the shit (Hahaha)
I'm the shit, bitch, I'm the shit (I'm the shit)
Can't ride around with a bird, so it's on my wrist (Brrt)
I ain't never here, I'm too busy getting it out the sticks (Yah)
I can't be around just anybody, bitch, 'cause I'm the shit ('Cause I'm the shit)

(Michigan Meech)