Sh!t (Remix 2) lyrics

[Intro: Diddy]
(Ayo, classic sh*t)
Ain't nothin' worse in life than a f*ck n*gga
(Ayo, close the door, turn out the lights, man)
Even worse is a f*ck b*tch
We should banish all them n*ggas, for real
Ayo, I wanna dedicate this to ya momma, n*gga
Ayo, check this out, take that

[Bridge: Diddy & (Future) - Repeated throughout song]
Da-dee-da-da-da, da-dee-da-da-da, da-dee-da-da-da
Ya ya ya ya ya (ya ya ya ya ya)

[Hook: Future]
Talkin' bout ya poppin' tags, n*gga, you ain't bought sh*t
Talkin' bout 100 bottles, n*gga, you ain't pop sh*t
All you talk nana clips, n*gga, you ain't shot sh*t
Spendin' money on these hoes, n*gga, you ain't f*ck sh*t
sh*t, sh*t

[Verse 1: Diddy]
I ain't tryna hear a whole bunch of that (sh*t)
About how many bodies you caught (sh*t)
My n*ggas is real thug n*ggas, them real n*ggas don't talk
Worldstar n*ggas get caught, wavin' all them guns at the cameras
Grown ass n*gga, you ain't bout to shoot (sh*t), you don't do (sh*t)
You just think it's cool (sh*t) to move bricks
Real n*ggas do it cause they got to
I know them real n*ggas and it's not you
And if they see yo' ass round here frontin'
Real shooter be somewhere and shot you
Man, get the f*ck out the booth poppin' that (sh*t)
Corny ass n*gga just talkin' that (sh*t)
Heard about it, read about it, never been around it
But you think ya soft ass give somebody that (sh*t)
How you movin' round with ya ho?
You ain't even stickin' to the code
You don't even represent the life right
pus*y n*gga 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
[Hook]

[Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q]
Frontin' like you really on that bullsh*t
Gun him down, make a motherf*cker do a full flip, chip chip
n*gga really really on that Crip sh*t
Bisquick whip, whip, whip, n*gga, move it!
Got the toolie, yeah, the piece, I'mma use it
n*gga ruthless, leave a chump n*gga 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*gga 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*gga, 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)

[Interlude: Diddy]
Yeah, man
Y'all n*ggas thought I was dead?
Boo, n*gga, boo! Boo!
I'm here, motherf*cker
Yeah, take that, tell ya b*tch to duck, pow!
[Verse 3: Future]
Buy the ho 100 pair of red bottoms
That's a quarter milli on a hand job, my n*gga
Brrrrr! Stick'em
f*ck you and every n*gga came with ya
Go and put a n*gga on a picture
Go and put a n*gga on a T-shirt
Back in the day when a n*gga sell dope
I'mma slap your daddy out and then put him in a hole
Glock 40, whooo! Turn up, turn up
My ambitions as a rider
Sippin' on lean, gettin' higher
n*gga, I'm a codeine buyer
Know you not a foreign whip driver
Shout out to the shooters and the shooters only
You never walk around with a lot of money
Bundles fallin' all out your pocket
When you hit him in the head, can you keep a solid?
Bulletproof whip, we'll blow it up
Like some raw uncut, don't blow it up
Represent your gang, n*gga, throw it up
I don't give a f*ck where you at, n*gga, throw it up

[Hook]