​sh*t! (freestyle) lyrics

[Intro]
(I'm dead)
I'ma start writing all my songs on the f*cking toilet 'cause I really be sh*ttin' on n*ggas out here
Ken, I f*cking hate you

[Verse]
I got a stick, you got a twig
I am the sh*t, you is a p*ss
I made a hit, you made a miss
How you a man, but act like a b*tch?
b*tch, I will cross you just like a criss
Just like a cross do for every Christian
f*ck a religion, b*tch, I'm a God
You might think that I'm missing yo' sh*t, but I'm not
Time keep on ticking, it ain't gonna stop
So I can't know if I do, I'm just gonna flop
All of this b*tching, you might need a c*ck
Say you chasing a bag, but you might need to walk
Preaching money is power, but chasing the WAP
Out for less than hour, I swear that I'm still gon' be taking the Glock
I got a feeling, it's thrilling
I might make a killing from talking my sh*t on the beat
n*ggas be stealing the flow 'cause they weak as ho
And they tryna talk sh*t over tweets
This sh*t appealing, but nobody know just how much of the work I can put into speech
Yo' b*tch, she kneeling, my sh*t to thе ceiling
She really bе tripping just over some meat
Why you think you a bad b*tch?
I swear to God that you not even average
We ain't connect, don't think we lasting
I got the neck, left, did her tragic (Top)
I disappear like magic
Ghost on that b*tch like Casper, action
Said she the best, I know her cappin'
f*cked up her head, now she need Aspirin