I’m The sh*t lyrics

[Intro: Sherwood Marty]
I'm really fly as a b*tch, I'm really fly as a b*tch
I'm really fly as a b*tch
I'm really, I'm really, I'm really fly as a b*tch

[Chorus: Sherwood Marty]
I'm really fly as a b*tch, I'm really high as a b*tch
I mean I'm high, so high in the sky, I'm with the pilot and sh*t
My diamonds they really lit, you can tell I'm the sh*t
Look at my ears, look at my neck, look at the flick of my wrist
Yeah, yeah yeah, you can tell I'm the sh*t n*gga
Yeah, yeah yeah, you can tell I'm the sh*t n*gga
Yeah, yeah yeah, you can tell I'm the sh*t n*gga
Yeah, yeah yeah, you can tell I'm a big n*gga

[Verse 1: Sherwood Marty]
Soon as I enter, they can tell I'm the sh*t, yeah
Just like a candle whenever it's dark, you can tell that I'm lit, yeah
Look at my pockets, they thick, you can tell that I'm big
I go the cheat codes to life, but stuck in the trap, my n*ggas can tell I'ma win
I am the sh*t, but I don't go on no toilet
I can leave with no forty, look
I'ma gon' ball regardless, uh
I got a b*tch from New Orleans
She suck balls regardless
I swear I love all my artist
They gon' call regardless
We run up the money and them n*ggas can't
Run up an M, it don't go in the bank
Can handle that smoke in the street like a tank
Edgemont the hood, yeah Lil Marty got rank
Look at my diamonds, they wet like a sink
Known all this sh*t that them n*ggas ain't
Tay in the feds, he keep him a shank
No need to bottle, I pour out the pint
[Chorus: Sherwood Marty]
I'm really fly as a b*tch, I'm really high as a b*tch
I mean I'm high, so high in the sky, I'm with the pilot and sh*t
My diamonds they really lit, you can tell I'm the sh*t
Look at my ears, look at my neck, look at the flick of my wrist
Yeah, yeah yeah, you can tell I'm the sh*t n*gga
Yeah, yeah yeah, you can tell I'm the sh*t n*gga
Yeah, yeah yeah, you can tell I'm the sh*t n*gga
Yeah, yeah yeah, you can tell I'm a big n*gga

[Verse 2: OMB Peezy]
Boy I'm the sh*t, fresh off a lick, I came from the bricks, yeah
Got a Cuban lil b*tch, she look like my wrist, she gobble that di*k she nasty
She a freaky lil b*tch, she fresh eighteen, I beat on her back like her daddy
Boy I'm the sh*t, I been caked up, but I still be f*ckin' on ratchets
Plastic, run up on me, let you have it
Magic, make 'em disappear like magic
Tragic, if you reachin' I'ma blast it
Laughing, while your n*gga in a casket
Cash it, bet I run it up the fastest
Plan pressure, ridin' with a bad b*tch
I know some n*ggas who really 'bout killing
They'll leave a n*gga in the past tense
All these hoes wanna f*ck me, they know I'm the sh*t
I'm smoking pressure pack, it smell like p*ss
I won't fold, won't sell my soul, I'm gon' stay like this
All these n*ggas fallin' off 'cause they ain't made like this
[Chorus: Sherwood Marty]
I'm really fly as a b*tch, I'm really high as a b*tch
I mean I'm high, so high in the sky, I'm with the pilot and sh*t
My diamonds they really lit, you can tell I'm the sh*t
Look at my ears, look at my neck, look at the flick of my wrist
Yeah, yeah yeah, you can tell I'm the sh*t n*gga
Yeah, yeah yeah, you can tell I'm the sh*t n*gga
Yeah, yeah yeah, you can tell I'm the sh*t n*gga
Yeah, yeah yeah, you can tell I'm a big n*gga