Future – Shit

Future – Shit Lyrics

Artist: Future
Song: Shit

Everything here, everything that you bout to hear, and all that important sh#t that you about to hear in the last couple of decades, mike-will made it
Aye
Talkin’ ’bout ya bussin’ heads (ayy), n#gg#, you ain’t shot sh#t
Talkin’ ’bout ya working clips (ayy), n#gg#, you ain’t

Ayy
Eardrummers
Mike will made-it
Aye

Oh, you done go and get all them guns and you ain’t killed nobody yet?
How many times you shot that mothaf#cka, n#gg#?
Ain’t nobody popped up dead?
Thought y’all n#gg#s was murderers

Shit!
Talkin’ ’bout you poppin’ tags, n#gg#, you ain’t bought sh#t
Talkin’ ’bout a hunnid bottles, n#gg#, you ain’t popped sh#t
All you talk ‘nana clips, n#gg#, you ain’t shot sh#t

Spending money on these hoes, n#gg#, you ain’t f#ck sh#t
Talkin’ ’bout you poppin’ tags (shit!), n#gg#, you ain’t bought sh#t (shit!)
Talkin’ ’bout a hunnid bottles (shit!), n#gg#, you ain’t popped sh#t (shit!)
All you talk ‘nana clips (shit!), n#gg#, you ain’t shot sh#t (shit!)

Spending money on these hoеs (shit!), n#gg#, you ain’t f#ck sh#t (shit!)
Shit!
Shit!
Took n#gg#s out the hood like i’m from therе

So you know it’s all good when i come there
I hear you talk about your city like you run that
And i brought my tour to your city, you my son there, n#gg#
But i had to come through for the remix

On my haven’t-done-a-verse-in-eight-weeks sh#t
And if a n#gg# say my name, he the hot sh#t
But if i say the n#gg# name, he still the hot sh#t
f#cked up, lucky i don’t feed into the gossip

n#gg#s act like they don’t know, but they should know
Yeah, i just think it’s funny how they dangling the bait
But i’m the one that’s killing n#gg#s on the hooks, though
And n#gg#s ain’t got a grill, still ice-grill hating

I know y’all already know mike will made it
Just looking at the numbers, n#gg#, i feel amazing
I’ll call michael jordan up and mike will make it
I’m the young rap n#gg# with the ‘melo deal

You need to come to ovo for a better deal
Just know a million ain’t sh#t once you get a mil’
And n#gg#s say it’s all good
That’s how you better feel, n#gg#, nah!

f#ck that, this year i’m talking big stuff
Rolling through the city like a young n#gg# bricked up
f#ck n#gg#s gon’ be f#ck n#gg#s
That’s why we never gave a f#ck

When a f#ck n#gg# switched up, damn!
Talkin’ ’bout you poppin’ tags (shit!), n#gg#, you ain’t bought sh#t (shit!)
Talkin’ ’bout a hunnid bottles (shit!), n#gg#, you ain’t popped sh#t (shit!)
All you talk ‘nana clips (shit!), n#gg#, you ain’t shot sh#t (shit!)

Spending money on these hoes (shit!), n#gg#, you ain’t f#ck sh#t (shit!)
Mike-will made it! let’s get it! (ma-fi-uh!)
If money talk then your pockets ain’t saying sh#t
I’m in the bathroom getting head from yo’ b#tch

And i ain’t paying her sh#t
You want beef? you don’t know who you playing with (hey!)
I tell my pilot to land the jet (hey!)
I’m hopping off, get ’em, we popping off (hey!)

Give a click and you n#gg#s dead where you standing at (hey!)
I’m just a trippy n#gg# smoking on cabbage
Your money funny like jim carrey
I got a b#tch and she super bad like halle

And we still keeping that white like barry
I’m a rich n#gg#, still keep a pistol with me
n#gg#, you ain’t f#ckin’ with a picture of me
I got all this cake and shooters with me

Just in case you p#ss# n#gg#s try to get you a piece
What it is, my n#gg#? what it’s hittin’ for? (hey!)
Where the car you were whippin’ in you video? (hey!)
Where the ice at, n#gg#? where them pretty hoes? (hey!)

You a fraud, real n#gg#s already know (hey!)
Broke-ass n#gg#s, i can’t stand ’em (hey!)
I hit ’em with the cannon
I’m buying off the mall at random (hey!)

Juicy j, that n#gg# fresh to death (hey!)
Smoke it ’til it’s nothing left
Peel off, then i’m ghost in my phantom
Talkin’ ’bout you poppin’ tags, n#gg#, you ain’t bought sh#t

Talkin’ ’bout a hunnid bottles, n#gg#, you ain’t popped sh#t
All you talk ‘nana clips, n#gg#, you ain’t shot sh#t
Spending money on these hoes, n#gg#, you ain’t f#ck sh#t
Shit!

Shit!
I ain’t tryna hear a whole bunch of that (shit)
About how many bodies you caught (shit)
My n#gg#s is real thug n#gg#s, them real n#gg#s don’t talk

Worldstar n#gg#s get caught, wavin’ all them guns at the cameras
Grown #ss n#gg#, you ain’t bout to shoot (shit), you don’t do (shit)
You just think it’s cool (shit) to move bricks
Real n#gg#s do it cause they got to

I know them real n#gg#s and it’s not you
And if they see yo’ #ss round here frontin’
Real shooter be somewhere and shot you
Man, get the f#ck out the booth poppin’ that (shit)

Corny #ss n#gg# just talkin’ that (shit)
Heard about it, read about it, never been around it
But you think ya soft #ss give somebody that (shit)
How you movin’ round with ya ho?

You ain’t even stickin’ to the code
You don’t even represent the life right
p#ss# n#gg# sleepin’ with a night light
Comin’ for ya head like fight night

I can get anything done for the right price, boy!
(bad boy) take that
Talkin’ ’bout you poppin’ tags, n#gg#, you ain’t bought sh#t
Talkin’ ’bout a hunnid bottles, n#gg#, you ain’t popped sh#t

All you talk ‘nana clips, n#gg#, you ain’t shot sh#t
Spending money on these hoes, n#gg#, you ain’t f#ck sh#t
Shit!
Shit!

Frontin’ like you really on that b#llsh#t
Gun him down, make a m#th*rf#ck*r do a full flip, chip chip
n#gg# really really on that crip sh#t
Bisquick whip, whip, whip, n#gg#, move it!

Got the toolie, yeah, the piece, i’mma use it
n#gg# ruthless, leave a chump n#gg# toothless
Tell him “smooches”, got that white girl
Get a tan when i ice her, arm and hammer

Mixin’ venom like a viper, you the buyer
I’m the n#gg# with the fire, you’s a minor
Now i’m major with the paper, coppin’ acres
Overseas like a sailor, you a hater

And ya daddy in the same boat, you a busta when ya chain go
Pourin’ syrup on my eggo, four liters for the eight though
To the face, now the day slow, you’s a fruity lil’ rainbow
Real n#gg#, call me django, 50 seconds till the say low

Wild bucks shootin’ halos, every pocket got a bank roll
I don’t think you really understand me (stand me)
Groovy q ain’t keep the nose candy (candy)
Yeah man (shit!)! y’all n#gg#s thought i was dead (shit!)? boo n#gg# (shit!)! boo n#gg#, boo (shit!)! i’m here m#th*rf#ck*r (shit!), yeah, take that, pow (shit!)

Bought the ho a hunnid pair of red bottoms (shit!)
That’s a quarter milli’ on a hand job, my n#gg#
Brrrrrrrr, stick ’em
f#ck you and every n#gg# came witcha

Go and put a n#gg# on a picture
Go and put a n#gg# on a t-shirt
Back in the day, when a n#gg# sell dope
I’ma slap your daddy out and then put him in a hole

Glock 40, woo!
Turn up, turn up
My ambitions as a rider
Sippin’ on lean, getting higher

n#gg#, i’m a codeine buyer
No, you not a foreign whip driver
Shout out to the shooters and the shooters only
You never walk around with a lot of money

Hundred dollars fallin’ all out your pocket
When you hit ’em in the head, can you keep it solid?
Bulletproof whip, we’ll blow it up
Like some raw uncut dope, blow it up

Represent your gang, n#gg#, throw it up
I don’t give a f#ck where you at, n#gg#, throw it up
Talkin’ ’bout you poppin’ tags, n#gg#, you ain’t bought sh#t (atl, hoe!)
Talkin’ ’bout a hunnid bottles, n#gg#, you ain’t popped sh#t (atl, hoe!)

All you talk ‘nana clips, n#gg#, you ain’t shot sh#t (atl, hoe!)
Spending money on these hoes, n#gg#, you ain’t f#ck sh#t (atl, hoe!)
Shit!
Shit!

Y’all ain’t crunk like me, y’all ain’t bout sh#t
Ak-47 and that ruger and some other sh#t
Pt cruiser, n#gg#, do a n#gg#, who the n#gg#?
I’m so ratchet with that plastic

sh#t get drastic, leave him in the casket
Now my n#gg# mike will giving me a chill pill
But a n#gg# crunk still, plenty n#gg#s got killed
I don’t give a f#ck though, still got some ammo

Dressed in camo, represent atlanta, ho
Pastor disaster back like the rapture
Don’t let me catch ya, ho, i’m coming at ya
Bap on my shoulder, pocket full of doja

Keep my composure, f#ck pulling over
Brrrrr, stick ’em, f#ck the n#gg#s with them
I’m gonna get them, promise i’mma hit them
Pastor disaster, get off my dick

I be clean from my cup to my kicks
Foreign! how i like my b#tch
Y’all, n#gg#s, ain’t, sh#t!
Talkin’ ’bout you poppin’ tags, n#gg#, you ain’t bought sh#t (atl, hoe!)

Talkin’ ’bout a hunnid bottles, n#gg#, you ain’t popped sh#t (atl, hoe!)
All you talk ‘nana clips, n#gg#, you ain’t shot sh#t (atl, hoe!)
Spending money on these hoes, n#gg#, you ain’t f#ck sh#t (atl, hoe!)
Shit!

Shit!
Made the forbes and i’m straight up outta projects
Still running with them n#gg#s with that work check
It go “brrrrrrrr” with the choppa

That’s the only way the p#ss# ‘posed to stop ya
Pour out a little liquor, one in every got a ghetto
Stack a 20 bill, n#gg#, tall as carmelo
Winter olympic games and the categories caine

Bet ya one f#ckin’ thing, i’ll win a gold medal
Why ya actin’ like a b#tch? lil jon, my n#gg#
Don’t you ever doubt me, i’m like lebron, my n#gg#
I ain’t takin’ no shorts, b#tch, i hit it with the fork

f#ck a wrist game, use my whole arm, my n#gg#
Snowman, b#tch, y’all know me
Fourth quarter pressure on ’em like kobe
Act like my sh#t don’t stink, pocket feel like a bank

Neck lookin’ like a 40 ounce of o.e
Tell me why my album selling, they ain’t murder me yet
If they do, bury me in a burgundy ‘vette
Talk behind my back, you could hate me all ya want

But them same f#ck n#gg#s ain’t shot sh#t yet
Yeah, you see me on gangland, as real as it get
They just rappin’ about it, i was livin’ that sh#t
Straight up

Talkin’ ’bout you poppin’ tags, n#gg#, you ain’t bought sh#t (atl, hoe!)
Talkin’ ’bout a hunnid bottles, n#gg#, you ain’t popped sh#t (atl, hoe!)
All you talk ‘nana clips, n#gg#, you ain’t shot sh#t (atl, hoe!)
Spending money on these hoes, n#gg#, you ain’t f#ck sh#t (atl, hoe!)

Shit!
Shit!
This for my n#gg#s when they walk up out the house, they (turn it)
f#ck what ya mouth say (turn it, turn it)

Fully automatic rifle, 100 round drum on it with a scope
I done had that, n#gg# (brrrrrrr, stick ’em)
I ain’t playing with these n#gg#s, just kill ’em, turn it
n#gg# talk sh#t, i’ll blast that n#gg#

Shoot his #ss right in front his homeboys
Kill the party, drove off and then stab that n#gg#
Everyone vicinity hear the boy ho noise
I’m the zone 1 king, from a whole one thing

Threw a 100 on it, shawty, i was doing my thing
You tryna get a million, i done did that
Aye, keep it pimpin’, keep a ticket where i live at
Aye, listen, sucka, i got nothin’ for ya but a new coffin

I’ll shoot you walkin’ ‘fore you get through talkin’, n#gg#!
Catch me walkin’ in ya hood, trench coat swingin’
Mask on, step up on ya front porch bangin’
Them bankhead n#gg#s, they a muhf#cka, ain’t they?

I’m the realest, richest n#gg# that you know today famous
Catch ya flaggin’ in ya hood and ya wanna be a gangsta
In ya skinny jeans in arenas entertainin’
No matter how you paint it, better see the big picture

I’ll get ya, n#gg#, wit’ ya, then hit ya n#gg#!
Talkin’ ’bout you poppin’ tags, n#gg#, you ain’t bought sh#t (atl, hoe!)
Talkin’ ’bout a hunnid bottles, n#gg#, you ain’t popped sh#t (atl, hoe!)
All you talk ‘nana clips, n#gg#, you ain’t shot sh#t (atl, hoe!)

Spending money on these hoes, n#gg#, you ain’t f#ck sh#t (atl, hoe!)
Shit! (atl hoe!)
Shit! (atl hoe!)
Atl hoe! atl hoe! atl hoe! atl hoe!
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Future Lyrics – Shit

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From the album:
Honest (Deluxe) [Explicit]
Release Year: 2013