Field Mob - That's My sh** lyrics

[Hook: Shawn Jay/ Tity Boi (2 Chainz)] This the hardest beat I ever heard That's my sh**, that's my sh** n***a, that's my sh** You see them 24's on the curb That's my sh**, that's my sh** n***a, that's my sh** You see them big blunts full of purp That's my sh**, that's my sh** n***a, that's my sh** Everything I got I worked for That's my sh**, that's my sh** n***a, that's my sh** [Verse 1: Shawn Jay] Shawn Jay the type to break a ho, young chasin major dough Cut the check with DTP, now chickens try and play me close Ballin in the mall with Chaka, shoppin for the latest clothes Turn your lady to a bopper, watch how I take your ho n***as see I get that money, now they wanna wait to blow Underground grindin, perfect timing in a crazy flow Put Georgia on your mind and now I'm ridin on the radio Your a** ain't no DJ, my advise stop playin me folk [Verse 2: Smoke] I'm ridin in my drop cut, these 24 inch not scrubbin In my plastic sack, I got more purple than Baby Bops buddy So materialistic, we're chopping early today What rolls around my throat, arm wristed in a bouqet 15's in the back blasting, Peep the candy as I pa** em Watch the chamillion paint flop, like Chingy's last album Cocoa Chanelle frames, on woodgrain Old grain blown thangs on my hip, but that's the clips [Hook] [Verse 3: Dolla Boy] I'm married to the streets and this beef sh**'s apart of it Jumped out with heat, n***as didn't want no parts of it Pull up in the club, looking like they wanna start something f**in all these n***as hoes, that ain't ever dawned on me Tired of the fussin, b**hes blushin, bumrushin The car treat me like a star but I ain't done nuttin Summer almost over with but I ain't done frontin They hate we gettin money, we gon make these n***as love it [Verse 4: Tity Boi (2 Chainz)] Pay my dues, takin crews, just me and my haitian dudes Makin loot, even made the news in my gator shoes Three fifty seven Glock, nine, a tech twenty two Everything I ride in on at least twenty twos This hustler music is what you hear in them drug zones They play it in their chevy loud plus it's a club song That's seven fourty five, that's my whip The biggest house in the neighborhood, that's my sh** [Hook] [Verse 4: Perfect Harmony] I get high like cooley, ruling with the toolin On a 22, still got that uzi in that hoopty n***as all flashy, showing off their j**elry Til I shoot it through their heart like cupid Give it to 'em raw like sushi, then I'm back on the groupies Young n***a with a gun n***a, Norfclik where I'm from n***a Shut up and roll that blunt n***a and I don't even stunt n***a Quiet cause I hit them lips, roll up on a n***a with a clip now that's my sh** [Verse 5: Ludacris] I may be rich but never satisfied, making hoes camera shy Comin down topping blades, call me The Last Samurai I'll cut cha, gun bu*t cha, Knuck ya then buck ya It calls for Hammer Time if you think we can't touch ya Cause we too legit to quit, n***a run up on your click n***a Not action heroes but we all making six figures So put your choice to it, women get moist to it A songs worth a million once I lend my f**ing voice to it [Hook]