With the sh*ts lyrics
by Young Thug
[Chorus: Damond Blue]
Momma ain't raise no b*tch (No b*tch)
I gotta get it, we in here lit (In here lit)
I'm from the trenches, had to switch up how I'm livin' (Woah woah)
I had a vision of making millions (Woah)
Now I'm in V.I.P. with my arm 'round your chick (Gotta get it)
I got her lit, she super thick (Super thick)
If this my last night, I bet they won't forget (Woah woah)
I'm with the sh*ts, I got her lit, yeah
[Verse 1: Damond Blue]
I'm in V.I.P. with my arm 'round your b*tch
I got her lit, you mad as sh*t
I told the DJ turn it up cause this a hit
To flood the wrist I took a risk
And you know I got that fire on me, they don't like me
Switched up on my old hoe, now she fiesty
Got them harassin' in my DM all on IG (Woah woah)
But I'm never trippin', pimpin', smoother than [?]
Yeah I just copped a .40 (Uh)
30 and the b*tch a grown woman (Woo)
She f*ckin' them lames this whole summer ([?])
I'ma do my thang, you gon' love me
You gotta lay down off the rip (That's off the rip)
And no I don't take no sh*t (That's how we do it, baby)
[Chorus: Damond Blue]
Momma ain't raise no b*tch (No b*tch)
I gotta get it, we in here lit (In here lit)
I'm from the trenches, had to switch up how I'm livin' (Woah woah)
I had a vision of making millions (Woah)
Now I'm in V.I.P. with my arm 'round your chick (Gotta get it)
I got her lit, she super thick (Super thick)
If this my last night, I bet they won't forget (Woah woah)
I'm with the sh*ts, I got her lit, yeah
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
I put a gold Rolex on my b*tch (Yeah)
She'll never forget I'm filthy rich (Filthy rich)
Let's count these hundreds without gettin' dis (Without gettin' dis)
I got a big drum, same size as a midget (On God)
Same size as [?], I show no sympathy (Sympathy)
I put some water on her wrist, no JC Penny (Yeah)
She said her diamonds the same color, she can't envy (Can't envy)
I told my lawyer f*ck one time, I'm sippin' (Pour up)
My belt is Saint Laurent (My belt is Saint Laurent)
I kick sh*t but I don't punt (Kick sh*t but I don't punt)
I done made several mill this month (Made several mill this month)
My momma ain't birthed a b*tch not once (My momma ain't birthed a b*tch not once)
[Chorus: Damond Blue]
Momma ain't raise no b*tch (No b*tch)
I gotta get it, we in here lit (In here lit)
I'm from the trenches, had to switch up how I'm livin' (Woah woah)
I had a vision of making millions (Woah)
Now I'm in V.I.P. with my arm 'round your chick (Gotta get it)
I got her lit, she super thick (Super thick)
If this my last night, I bet they won't forget (Woah woah)
I'm with the sh*ts, I got her lit, yeah