Own sh*t lyrics

[Intro: Tay B]
(Coach me, Joey)
Yeah, all facts, lil' n*gga, huh?
Man, huh

[Verse 1: Tay B]
These n*ggas wearin' wires in they attire, though
Send my lil' n*gga in Meijer like he Michael, though
Keep a real snotty nose 'cause I'm icy, though
You be beating on your hoes, you like Ikey, though
Huh, my daddy was a kingpin
I'm just like him, I just wanna see my team win
Overdose on bullsh*t is what your fiend did
I just gained ten pounds, that's what the lean did
Uh, I don't ask where a n*gga at
We just do us, we don't like to get into that
I just put her on the road and stuff 'em where her liver at
Ruth Chris the only place we eating dinner at
On the road for days, music sh*t got me missin' plays
See we chasin' real bags, we ain't doin' sh*t for fame
Hit Saks and act an ass, yeah, they say I misbehaved
I ain't f*ck her, she was funky, tell that b*tch to bathe
When you a family, baby, everybody get a chain
When we get Grammys, ain't nobody gon' have sh*t to say
I ain't got sh*t for 'em, they ain't have sh*t for Tay
Stop talking 'bout what you had, you ain't got sh*t today
[Chorus: Tay B]
Huh, lil' n*gga, get your own sh*t, huh
Stop braggin' 'bout your home's sh*t, huh
Stop braggin' 'bout that old sh*t, yeah
Lil' n*gga, get your own sh*t, uh
Had to boss up on my old b*tch, yeah
Plain 36, that's my old kit
She f*cked me on the low, you ain't know sh*t, huh
Lil' n*gga, get your own b*tch

[Verse 2: Tay B]
I got my own crib, got my own b*tch
f*cked some cold hoes, I got a long list
Naw, my pants ain't tight, they just fit me, huh
You walk around with big-ass pants and they empty, huh
Kill a rapper and his fans if he diss me, huh
Don't f*ck with n*ggas, they some actors and they iffy, huh
Yeah, we got that cornbread, this ain't Jiffy, huh
n*ggas know I ain't shy with this glizzy, huh

[Verse 3: Coach Joey]
I heard (What you heard?), you be beating on her
No wonder why she cheating on you (Dummy)
So she slide through and let me put a beating on her (Beat it up)
The bed goin' out, you can hear the squeaks on it (Hear that?)
Take my chain off my neck and make her lick on it (Lick that sh*t)
I ain't stingy, baby, I'll spend some chips on it
My life a movie, baby, lights, camera, action
I really f*cked the city up, Kilpatrick
Takin' care of motherf*ckers, I make sh*t happen
The only thing that I fear is these backstabbers (Snakes)
I'ma brush that sh*t off like it never happened (It didn't happen)
Wake up, go to Gary, cop another necklace
[Chorus: Tay B]
Huh, lil' n*gga, get your own sh*t, huh
Stop braggin' 'bout your home's sh*t, huh
Stop braggin' 'bout that old sh*t, yeah
Lil' n*gga, get your own sh*t, uh
Had to boss up on my old b*tch, yeah
Plain 36, that's my old kit
She f*cked me on the low, you ain't know sh*t, huh
Lil' n*gga, get your own b*tch