Future - Sh!t (Remix 2) lyrics

[Intro: Diddy] (Ayo, cla**ic sh**) Ain't nothin' worse in life than a f** n***a (Ayo, close the door, turn out the lights, man) Even worse is a f** b**h We should banish all them n***as, for real Ayo, I wanna dedicate this to ya momma, n***a Ayo, check this out, take that [Bridge: Diddy & (Future) - Repeated throughout song] Da-dee-da-da-da, da-dee-da-da-da, da-dee-da-da-da Ya ya ya ya ya (ya ya ya ya ya) [Hook: Future] Talkin' bout ya poppin' tags, n***a, you ain't bought sh** Talkin' bout 100 bottles, n***a, you ain't pop sh** All you talk nana clips, n***a, you ain't shot sh** Spendin' money on these hoes, n***a, you ain't f** sh** sh**, sh** [Verse 1: Diddy] I ain't tryna hear a whole bunch of that (sh**) About how many bodies you caught (sh**) My n***as is real thug n***as, them real n***as don't talk Worldstar n***as get caught, wavin' all them guns at the cameras Grown a** n***a, you ain't bout to shoot (sh**), you don't do (sh**) You just think it's cool (sh**) to move bricks Real n***as do it cause they got to I know them real n***as and it's not you And if they see yo' a** round here frontin' Real shooter be somewhere and shot you Man, get the f** out the booth poppin' that (sh**) Corny a** n***a just talkin' that (sh**) Heard about it, read about it, never been around it But you think ya soft a** give somebody that (sh**) How you movin' round with ya ho? You ain't even stickin' to the code You don't even represent the life right p**y n***a sleepin' with a night light Comin' for ya head like Fight Night I can get anything done for the right price, boy! (Bad Boy) Take that [Hook] [Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q] Frontin' like you really on that bullsh** Gun him down, make a motherf**er do a full flip, chip chip n***a really really on that Crip sh** Bisquick whip, whip, whip, n***a, move it! Got the toolie, yeah, the piece, I'mma use it n***a ruthless, leave a chump n***a toothless Tell him "smooches", got that white girl Get a tan when I ice her, Arm and Hammer Mixin' venom like a viper, you the buyer I'm the n***a with the fire, you's a minor Now I'm major with the paper, coppin' acres Overseas like a sailor, you a hater And ya daddy in the same boat, you a busta when ya chain go Pourin' syrup on my Eggo, four liters for the eight though To the face, now the day slow, you's a fruity lil' rainbow Real n***a, call me Django, 50 seconds till the say low Wild bucks shootin' halos, every pocket got a bank roll I don't think you really understand me (stand me) Groovy Q ain't keep the nose candy (candy) [Interlude: Diddy] Yeah, man Y'all n***as thought I was dead? Boo, n***a, boo! Boo! I'm here, motherf**er Yeah, take that, tell ya b**h to duck, pow! [Verse 3: Future] Buy the ho 100 pair of red bottoms That's a quarter milli on a hand job, my n***a Brrrrr! Stick'em f** you and every n***a came with ya Go and put a n***a on a picture Go and put a n***a on a T-shirt Back in the day when a n***a sell dope I'mma slap your daddy out and then put him in a hole Glock 40, whooo! Turn up, turn up My ambitions as a rider Sippin' on lean, gettin' higher n***a, I'm a codeine buyer Know you not a foreign whip driver Shout out to the shooters and the shooters only You never walk around with a lot of money Bundles fallin' all out your pocket When you hit him 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 [Hook]