Shit On

(There'II be no party) what the fuck goin' on Z?

(Maybe, there'II be no party, who'II be the one makin' shit on?)

Spend a dub, I'm on some slow shit

Spend a ten, that's in designer (designer)

Pull up, shit, I got no racks on me

When they did it, I went down

Fuckin' free ho, light skin grown

She a bat, she should call me "papi"

Why the fuck I send that pic?

You don't got bros who's sittin' in County

Put that shit on everyday

She's a pan, hey, I know she watching

In the studio, I'm tryna get real

Tryna put 'em on deuce and big body

I put they opps in my blunt

The ones that lie, they all get shit on

Youngin', turnt, I'm poppin' shit

Too many hoes, which one to fuck on

I'm just out here with all these pap'

I got more racks than you and your bit, homie

Drop that dog shit, he don't play

Don't call my phone until that boy gone

And I got bros who interact

They smackin' shit, I fuck with G' tone

And I sell tress, don't send no qua' to remind me though

Don't get my drink wrong

And I spent too much, downplay

Downplay made a hundred plus just off a iPhone

And I spend racks in by the day

On Maryjane, just check my tat', home

She get fucked, then she go back home

Dick her deep, that's in her backbone

They hear that "brrt," they sayin' my name

They tryna see if I was at home

Spend a dub, I'm on some slow shit

Spend a ten, that's in designer

Pull up, shit, I got no racks on me

When they did it, I went down

Fuckin' free ho, light skin grown

She a bat, she should call me "papi"

Why the fuck I send that pic?

You don't got bros who's sittin' in County

Put that shit on everyday, she's a pan

Hey, I know she watching

In the studio, I'm tryna get real

Tryna put 'em on deuce and big body

I put they opps in my blunt

The ones that lie, they all get shit on

Youngin', turnt, I'm poppin' shit

Too many hoes, which one to fuck on (yah)

There'II be no party, who'II be the one makin' shit on?

There'II be no party, who'II be the one makin' shit on?