Mike Will Made It - sh** lyrics

[Intro - Future] Talkin' 'bout ya bussin' heads, n***a you ain't shot sh** Talkin' 'bout ya bussin' clips, n***a you ain't Oh you done and got all them guns and you ain't k**ed nobody yet? How many times you shot that motherf**er n***a? Ain't nobody popped up dead I thought yall n***as murderers sh** [Hook - Future] Talkin' 'bout you poppin' tags, n***a you ain't bought sh** Talkin' 'bout a hundred bottles, n***a you ain't popped sh** All you talk is banana clips, n***a you ain't shot sh** Spending money on these hoes, n***a you ain't f** sh** Talkin' 'bout you poppin' tags, n***a you ain't bought sh** Talkin' 'bout a hundred bottles, n***a you ain't popped sh** All you talk is banana clips, n***a you ain't shot sh** Spending money on these hoes, n***a you ain't f** sh** sh** sh** [Verse 1 - Future] Bought the ho a hundred pair of red bottoms That's a quarter milli on a hand job my n***a Brrrllll! 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 ya daddy out of ‘em and then put ‘em in a hole Glock 40 wooo Turn up, turn up My ambitions as a rider Sippin' on lean getting higher n***a I'm a codeine buyer No you not a foreign whip driver Shout out to the shooters and the shooters on me You never walk around with a lot of money All ones fallin' all out your pocket When you hit ‘em in the head, can you keep it 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 - Future] [Verse 2 - Future] Catch a n***a slippin' at the red light With ya AK, let me see you shoot it You a goon? You a goon? You a goon? You a goon? n***a, let me see you prove it Presidential Rolly and its floodin' 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, B.G That's the way these young n***as eat Drinkin' on syrup, can't sleep Keep it copacetic with ya partner Buster n***as runnin' around with real choppers n***a what's the color of them bottles? They ain't gold How 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 Grammys Had to turn it up for the family Yes s**er-Freebandz bandit [Hook - Future]