I’m The sh*t lyrics

[Verse 1]
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, b*tch a doll, look like NuNu (Mwah)
di*k'll make a b*tch cuckoo, make the pus*y go woo-woo (Michigan Meech, woo)
I got a lot of opps, but I'm best friends with my jeweler (Ice, ice, ice)
b*tches say they love the rose gold, it just do somethin' to 'em (Yeah)
I look at you n*ggas' 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 pointеrs on my b*tch, let her know she thе sh*t (She the sh*t)
n*gga, 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 b*tch (Yeah)
Yeah, I play a lil' pool, I walk in with the stick (Drrt)
I can't give her di*k if that pus*y got a stench
I had a dream last night that my n*gga got me pinched (Damn)
Woke up in a penthouse, yawned and I put a n*gga b*tch 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 bein' f*cked up, I'm the sh*t now (I'm the sh*t now)

[Chorus]
I'm the sh*t, b*tch, I'm the sh*t (I'm the sh*t)
Paranoid as f*ck, so I'm ridin' 'round with the stick (Drrt)
I can't even lie to you, bae, you talk a lot of sh*t (Talk a lot of sh*t)
I think we should go together, you the sh*t and I'm the sh*t (Hahaha)
I'm the sh*t, b*tch, I'm the sh*t (I'm the sh*t)
Can't ride around with a bird, so it's on my wrist (Brrt)
I ain't never here, I'm too busy gettin' it out the sticks (Yah)
I can't be around just anybody, b*tch, 'cause I'm the sh*t ('Cause I'm the sh*t)
[Verse 2]
I'm the sh*t, b*tch, I'm the sh*t (I'm the sh*t)
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
b*tch, shake that moneymaker, paid a hundred for this eighter
We slidin' 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?)
b*tch, can you make your hands touch your ankles? (Can you?)
Can we f*ck in the kitchen on the table? (Yeah)
I could've been broke like you, so I'm grateful (Thank God)
Money keep sh*t together like a staple
I'm winnin' 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 lettin' off shots
I used to be the sh*t and I'm still the sh*t now, pus*y

[Chorus]
I'm the sh*t, b*tch, I'm the sh*t (I'm the sh*t)
Paranoid as f*ck, so I'm ridin' 'round with the stick (Drrt)
I can't even lie to you, bae, you talk a lot of sh*t (Talk a lot of sh*t)
I think we should go together, you the sh*t and I'm the sh*t (Hahaha)
I'm the sh*t, b*tch, I'm the sh*t (I'm the sh*t)
Can't ride around with a bird, so it's on my wrist (Brrt)
I ain't never here, I'm too busy gettin' it out the sticks (Yah)
I can't be around just anybody, b*tch, 'cause I'm the sh*t ('Cause I'm the sh*t)
[Outro]
(Michigan Meech)