Future - Sh!T (Mmg Remix) lyrics

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Future - Sh!T (Mmg Remix) lyrics

Talking 'bout you popping tags, n***a you ain't bought sh** Talking bout a hunned bottles, n***a you ain't popped sh** All you talk nana clips, n***a you ain't shot sh** Spending money on these hoes, n***a you ain't f** sh** Talking 'bout you popping tags, n***a you ain't bought sh** Talking bout a hunned bottles, n***a you ain't popped sh** All you talk nana clips, n***a you ain't shot sh** Spending money on these hoes, n***a you ain't f** sh** sh** sh** Bought the ho a hunned pair of red bottoms Thats a quarter milly on a hand job my n***a Blllll stick'em f** you and every n***a came witcha Gone put a n***a on a picture Gone put a n***a on a t-shirt Back in the day when a n***a sell dope I'mma slap your daddy allofdem put'em in a hole Glock 40 whooo My ambitions as a rider Sipping on lean getting higher n***a im a codein buyer No you not a foreign whip driver Shoutout to the shooters and the shooters only You never walk around with alot of money Bundles falling all out your pocket When you hit'em in the head can you keep a solid Bulletproof whip we'll blow it up Like some raw uncut don't blow it up Represent your gang n***a throw it up I don't give a f** where you at n***a throw it up Talking 'bout you popping tags, n***a you ain't bought sh** Talking bout a hunned bottles, n***a you ain't popped sh** All you talk nana clips, n***a you ain't shot sh** Spending money on these hoes, n***a you ain't f** sh** Talking 'bout you popping tags, n***a you ain't bought sh** Talking bout a hunned bottles, n***a you ain't popped sh** All you talk nana clips, n***a you ain't shot sh** Spending money on these hoes, n***a you ain't f** sh** Catch a n***a slipping at the red light With ya AK, let me see you shoot it You're a goon, you're a goon, you're a goon, you're a goon n***a let me see you prove it Presidential rollie and its glidin' Love a n***a wrist when its shinin' Hate a n***a wrist when its blingin' So I went and added more diamonds Hot boy n***a, BG Thats the way these young n***as eat Drinking on syrup can't sleep Keep a couple standing with ya partner Blockbuster n***as running around with real choppers n***a what's the color of them bottles, they ain't gold And you moving round with ya ho You ain't even sticking to the code Pimps up, pimps up, hoes down, hoes down A pool full of money and I'm 'bout to drown I'mma fool on the corner with that Bobby Brown bu*ton up suits at the Grammy's Had to turn it up for the family Yes I'm a freebandz bandit Talking 'bout you popping tags, n***a you ain't bought sh** Talking bout a hunned bottles, n***a you ain't popped sh** All you talk nana clips, n***a you ain't shot sh** Spending money on these hoes, n***a you ain't f** sh**