King Sh*t (Explicit)
Yo Gotti"King Sh*t (Explicit)" is a song by Yo Gotti, released in 2013 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:03 long and contains 96 lines and 612 words.
Lyrics
0:06Oh this a hit ni**a
0:09With no words on it
0:10I got on two chains but
0:14No I ain't Tity Boi
0:16I'm dream chasin'
0:17But I ain't from Philly boy
0:19B**ch bad and she said that I can get it boy
0:22This a hit and I'mma make a ni**a feel it boy
0:24My flow on range
0:25My swag's insane
0:26And my campaign on ten
0:28I like the b**ch
0:29She down to f**k
0:29But I'm really into her friend
0:31House up on the hill
0:32Got it off of coc*ine
0:33Aventador Lamborghini
0:35Condo off of Biscayne
0:36B**ch I'm in my lane
0:38Fresh as hell no stains
0:39Robert jeans with the stones
0:41Giuseppe man's my chain
0:43I'm different I was built for this
0:45My b**ch only rock Tiffany
0:46You rat you'll sing a symphony and
0:48I'm back city been missing me
0:49My watch silly my clock ignorant and
0:50I'm the king of my city
0:51I'm banned up and I ain't in a band
0:53But my flow just like an instrument
0:54Bass feel that yellow tape of the trizack
0:58Hating is a disease p**sy where they do that
1:12L A Reid cut the check for me
1:14King sh*t and you know what it is
1:17Shawty smell like a pound of that loud
1:18But a ni**a look like a hundred mill
1:20But I drive Ferrari f**k the motherf**kin dealer
1:22Pay 10 million for a mansion
1:24That worth more than your opinion
1:26I got racks all in my cargo pants
1:27Standard clip with that hollow man
1:29Yo' b**ch a**
1:30If yo b**ch bad she get f**ked fast
1:31Ain't no romance
1:32My diamond dancing in 3D ni**a
1:34Like a bank strip when you see me ni**a
1:35Your money wrong and my money long
1:36And I'm playing with it like PE ni**a
1:38Real ni**a no joke
1:39Don't think there ni**a no ho
1:41I got mini Mac-10 and a 100 round drum
1:43In the carpet up under my car
1:44And ni**a I don't wanna smoke your w**d
1:46Plain gas the only thing I smoke
1:47And I gotta thank God for the niggas off Bankhead
1:49Shawty they taught me everything I know
1:52I do whip it
1:53Who could care to dip it
1:54Hand it to your partner let it flood it to the city
1:56Really we bout that action you try us and we blastin'
1:59We turnt to the max that's a motherf**king fact
2:02I'm a real ni**a
2:03F**k these rappers
2:04Door up doors down
2:07When I'm in the club
2:08B**ch it's going down
2:10Shawty think it f**ked hand down
2:12Hands up pants down
2:16Down down shawty f**kin head down
2:18I see my phone blowing up
2:20I know it's going down
2:21Once I busted at the rapper
2:23Then it hit the town
2:25Check the numbers in the city
2:26Boy it going down
2:28This that d**e boy academy
2:29Them three letters been after me,(Who )
2:30The F B I ever catchin me
2:32My family my witness a tragedy
2:33Shorty open her legs up happily
2:35I ball hard like an athlete
2:37Young black ni**a in a big white phantom
2:38Ni**a I look like a referee ni**a
2:40They blowing the whistle they telling
2:41I do the clam I'm chilling
2:43This b**ch turned up making rain
2:44When I'm in the club you yellin
2:46They talk about these Bentley's that I'm gettin on the daily
2:49One feet in the game and one feet out
2:50Swear I barely made it
2:52I'ma real ni**a till the death of me
2:53Never sing a song like a parakeet
2:5550 bandz in my pocket just blew 60 grand on that Cherokee
2:57I be gettin money like a motherf**kin Brinx trunk
3:02Standing in the kitchen ni**a
3:03Trying to build a brick up uh
Oh this a hit ni**a With no words on it I got on two chains but No I ain't Tity Boi I'm dream chasin' But I ain't from Philly boy B**ch bad and she said that I can get it boy This a hit and I'mma make a ni**a feel it boy My flow on range My swag's insane And my campaign on ten I like the b**ch She down to f**k But I'm really into her friend House up on the hill Got it off of coc*ine Aventador Lamborghini Condo off of Biscayne B**ch I'm in my lane Fresh as hell no stains Robert jeans with the stones Giuseppe man's my chain I'm different I was built for this My b**ch only rock Tiffany You rat you'll sing a symphony and I'm back city been missing me My watch silly my clock ignorant and I'm the king of my city I'm banned up and I ain't in a band But my flow just like an instrument Bass feel that yellow tape of the trizack Hating is a disease p**sy where they do that L A Reid cut the check for me King sh*t and you know what it is Shawty smell like a pound of that loud But a ni**a look like a hundred mill But I drive Ferrari f**k the motherf**kin dealer Pay 10 million for a mansion That worth more than your opinion I got racks all in my cargo pants Standard clip with that hollow man Yo' b**ch a** If yo b**ch bad she get f**ked fast Ain't no romance My diamond dancing in 3D ni**a Like a bank strip when you see me ni**a Your money wrong and my money long And I'm playing with it like PE ni**a Real ni**a no joke Don't think there ni**a no ho I got mini Mac-10 and a 100 round drum In the carpet up under my car And ni**a I don't wanna smoke your w**d Plain gas the only thing I smoke And I gotta thank God for the niggas off Bankhead Shawty they taught me everything I know I do whip it Who could care to dip it Hand it to your partner let it flood it to the city Really we bout that action you try us and we blastin' We turnt to the max that's a motherf**king fact I'm a real ni**a F**k these rappers Door up doors down When I'm in the club B**ch it's going down Shawty think it f**ked hand down Hands up pants down Down down shawty f**kin head down I see my phone blowing up I know it's going down Once I busted at the rapper Then it hit the town Check the numbers in the city Boy it going down This that d**e boy academy Them three letters been after me,(Who ) The F B I ever catchin me My family my witness a tragedy Shorty open her legs up happily I ball hard like an athlete Young black ni**a in a big white phantom Ni**a I look like a referee ni**a They blowing the whistle they telling I do the clam I'm chilling This b**ch turned up making rain When I'm in the club you yellin They talk about these Bentley's that I'm gettin on the daily One feet in the game and one feet out Swear I barely made it I'ma real ni**a till the death of me Never sing a song like a parakeet 50 bandz in my pocket just blew 60 grand on that Cherokee I be gettin money like a motherf**kin Brinx trunk Standing in the kitchen ni**a Trying to build a brick up uh
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