f*ck sh*t Remix lyrics

[Intro]
(Yeah, yeah)
(Sippin' on that nice Powerade, you feel me?)
(Yeah, had to bring the mic out the booth for this one)
I was in detention, bad relations with my teachers
I don't participate, I sat my ass right on the bleachers
Arkansas baby Glizzy blasting through your speaker
They say I'm a demon, but I feel more like a creature

[Verse 1]
b*tch, I came to f*ck sh*t up, ain't no reason
Why these n*ggas try to play me like their b*tch won't drink my semen
Glock, Glock, Glock, Glocky in my hand, b*tch, I'm a reaper (Ay)
Threw his ass a tampon 'cause I left that pus*y bleedin'
Boy, you're music ass, don't quit your job at Littlе Caesers
Your daddy [?] ain't sh*t to what thesе f*ckin' teeth are
I put it to your head like we playin' f*ckin' VR
Got this pretty b*tch, she shakin' ass just like a seizure
Shake that ass up on this di*k, 'cause I'm gettin' rich now
But stupid n*ggas still get split, by what this f*ckin' blick 'bout
I don't know why you love talkin' sh*t
You still live at your mama house
We gon' spin your block and blow it up, see what Osama 'bout

[Chorus]
I want money, money, money, I ain't comin' for the f*ck sh*t
I don't like to party, you won't catch me at your function
Shorty got that neck, neck, neck, neck, hit me with some suction
Told them pussies, "I don't give a f*ck 'bout your assumptions"
[Verse 2]
f*ck what you heard, and f*ck what they talkin' 'bout
He on the curb, in my Nikes, I stomped him out
Say the wrong word, might get you smoked
I'm from the A where we get to the dough
Won't let us in, so we kick in the door
I got me some bands, but I need me some more
I got me a chop like a fan, it's gon' blow
Don't got it on me, I probably won't go, woah, woah
b*tch, I'm dripping hard, got a Leek like 1201
If its 12 on 1, I up the blick, I'm blowing 1
Yeah, came down to it, it's me and him, and I ain't goin'
Blick gon' chop them n*ggas down like I was mowin'
I don't wanna f*ck wit' you, n*gga, f*ck you
Switch up on the gang so many times
Don't know what's up wit' you

[Chorus]
I want money, money, money, I ain't comin' for the f*ck sh*t
I don't like to party, you won't catch me at your function
Shorty got that neck, neck, neck, neck, hit me with some suction
Told them pussies, "I don't give a f*ck 'bout your assumptions"