Aw sh*t lyrics

[Intro]
(DY Krazy)
Back then, wasn't on my di*k, now all of a sudden, they need a dollar
Already hit that pus*y, why the f*ck would I hit her phone? No, I don't really need to call her
Took off the rocks when I parked my car, can't get no fees up off me
Keep a big-ass blick for an opp tryna earn some stain, can't get no B's up off me

[Chorus]
Aw sh*t
I already told that b*tch that sh*t O-V, she callin'
n*gga can't wait to see us off the court, we ballin'
This rappin' sh*t don't work, a n*gga still got dog sh*t
It be the small sh*t
Just tryna suck my tip, b*tch, eat it all, b*tch
b*tch, I'm a grown-ass man, when you suck, don't forget the balls, b*tch
Really on some young-n*gga sh*t, I'm ridin' 'round in that 'Hawk, b*tch

[Verse 1]
n*ggas sour, mustard, no, they can't catch up with 'em
Get busy with that rappin' and the streets, they know they can't f*ck with 'em
Keep clappin' opps like back to back, this sh*t here ain't luck, n*gga
Droppin' salt on a n*gga name 'cause his b*tch told him hе can't f*ck, n*gga
Ma dukes said keep gun close, stay away from f*ck n*ggas
Killed thеy partner, spin again at the candlelight, no, we don't give a f*ck, n*gga
Buck on all these other n*ggas, see us, I bet he give it up, n*gga
Went on Live, said f*ck the gang, when it's up, you better know it's stuck, n*gga
He gon' tell, I cannot run with him
See us hop out, you better run, n*gga
Know we smack sh*t just for fun, n*gga
Scared to pop out, ain't got no gun, n*gga
Tired of your boyfriend, come and run with us
She left 'cause he ain't got no funds with him
Start dissin' 'cause I took his b*tch and saw Popeye and now he done with 'em
[Chorus]
Aw sh*t
I already told that b*tch that sh*t O-V, she callin'
n*gga can't wait to see us off the court, we ballin'
This rappin' sh*t don't work, a n*gga still got dog sh*t
It be the small sh*t
Just tryna suck my tip, b*tch, eat it all, b*tch
b*tch, I'm a grown-ass man, when you suck, don't forget the balls, b*tch
Really on some young-n*gga sh*t, I'm ridin' 'round in that 'Hawk, b*tch

[Verse 2]
Huh, how much longer we got to go? Huh
n*gga run out of time, we up hella bodies on the score, huh
f*ck with a ho last week, we was just vibin', not no more
He a rat, he told, they vouchin' like he solid, not no more, huh
Me and the bro done went through hell, we ain't dyin' about no ho
I ain't dyin' 'bout a b*tch that I know for sure ain't ridin', I'm dyin' for bro
I play for this sh*t, b*tch, I'm my own pilot, let's fire the coach
Tryna cap to the 'net like she a homebody, b*tch drive the boat
Come f*ck with a smacker, I know you tired of pus*y n*ggas
R be by himself, but he ain't lackin', you know he got that whippin' with him
Just served his partner, his blick gone because he took it with him
On some crash sh*t, you can call me a b*tch, homie, but I ain't rookie with 'em

[Chorus]
Aw sh*t
I already told that b*tch that sh*t O-V, she callin'
n*gga can't wait to see us off the court, we ballin'
This rappin' sh*t don't work, a n*gga still got dog sh*t
It be the small sh*t
Just tryna suck my tip, b*tch, eat it all, b*tch
b*tch, I'm a grown-ass man, when you suck, don't forget the balls, b*tch
Been on some young-n*gga sh*t, I'm ridin' 'round in that 'Hawk, b*tch