Angel Haze - Shabba lyrics

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Woo! [Verse 1: Angel Haze] I know all I do is sh** talk But honestly I'm pissed off! I've been like the f**ing realest since I kicked up Catch me chilling with a model and the strip star If you know me then you know that my sh** raw Spit hard, n***a, actually I spit bars Jump on the wagon, show me love, show me f**ing love While the rest of the world getting pissed off Get flipped off, I'm just here doing what I meant for Talk sh**, I snap you get sent for I might be cordial, you might smile at you f**boys But none of you n***as exempt tho Picture me giving a sh**, tho That's like two shots of the tempo I'm k**ing myself and like everyone else Do I got competition? sh**, no! All of you b**hes are weak clones I know the game, I got chicos My dude a pro shooter, my b**h work at Hooters They worship the ground that my feet on! Murdered you n***as on your song If you said that I couldn't, then you're wrong Stick to your pace, and you came back an ace And did that sh** all within four songs b**h! [Hook: Angel Haze] Shabba Rank, b**h, sha Shabba Rank, b**h! Gimme Bank b**h Trap Lord, sh**! Trap Lord, b**h, yeah! Aoooouuh! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! [Verse 2: Angel Haze] I am far too immaculate To not jump on the track and spazz the b**h To not walk in the club and smack a b**h To not throw a bad b**h where the mattress is Yo, Angel Haze! Bars for days Ah wait, hold on! Replay! Angel Haze, bars for days Shots like a motherf**er campus range At BCU never Junior Tech And I keep the automatic on a dashboard deck I'm on set with my chick that sails You are on that money train that has been derailed f**! Yo, I feel sorry for the runner up Cause I forever spit cold, better bundle up I got an ill n***a, he got a nice flow I just get the brain, like a micro Sick flow but I think it's psycho Dash face b**hes like a typo That's reality like a live show You're in my lair, you gotta get the right tone I'm shooting with the camera I hope I got you with the right pose