Southside - Ain't sh** Sweet lyrics

[Intro: Waka Flocka Flame] Aw man, they 'round here talking crazy 'bout the kid man... You know I don't do no [?] for promotion Social media for promotion man When I see you, I'ma pull right up on your li'l stupid a** I'ma direct this to every n***a on my dick SQUAD! [Hook: Waka Flocka Flame] Ain't sh** sweet n***a (4x) Told these motherf**ers ain't sh** sweet n***a Told these motherf**ers, I'ma show these motherf**ers Told these motherf**ers ain't sh** sweet n***a Ain't sh** sweet n***a [Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame] Told these motherf**ers ain't sh** sweet Jugging with the rock like [?] Got a b**h, got a condo out on 10th Street Sipping codeine like Pimp C If a n***a really really wanna tempt me I'm a bust the choppa 'til it's empty p**y n***a really don't offend me Whole body red up in this Fendi Young n***a walking with the pocket monster I can get ya hit up with the rocket launcher Chilling in the cut rolling up ganga n***as really fake, really need a Oscar n***as see my swag like they got binoculars BSM the mob but my n***a robbers Say you getting money but you n***as toddlers Only way to do it, I'ma sell it proper Rollie presidential watch, I gotta have it Chilling in the kitchen with a automatic Coming from the city turn you to a savage Golds in my mouth, Ol' Dirty ba*tard Really [?] for the gusto Turn your baby momma to a custo' When I flip out, go nutso Hit a motherf**er for the truckload [Hook: Waka Flocka Flame] Told these motherf**ers ain't sh** sweet n***a Ain't sh** sweet n***a Really undercover, ain't sh** sweet n***a Ain't sh** sweet n***a Told these motherf**ers ain't sh** sweet n***a Told these motherf**ers, I'ma show these motherf**ers Told these motherf**ers ain't sh** sweet n***a Ain't sh** sweet n***a [Verse 2: Sizzle] Spend a li'l hundred, baby girl I got the money Come and pull up on a p**y n***a, bunkin' and I make [?] Sizzle still getting it, p**y you ain't saying nothing Claiming that you shot sh**, n***a you ain't spraying nothing Sizzle still getting it, I'll never ever stop Took a old hundred grand and went and bought a rich Glock Got a new house off the motherf**ing crop Walk around this motherf**er with a hundred and some crocs n***as talking beef and they don't really wanna see this sh** I been getting to it, walking 'round not speaking sh** Got a real choppa for you n***a with the sneaky sh** f** her one time then I tell the hoe to beat it b**h Still with the motherf**ing madness I been thumbing through it and I'm counting with a pa**ion All about a check so a n***a living savage I been getting rich while you n***as living average Took my neck and wrist and went and filled it up with karats Swear you n***as telling sh**, you n***as like a parrot Got a n***a reaching cause the haters keep staring Low to the earth, got a young n***a [?] [?] Flexing, got your main b**h famine Put her on a plane while another b**h landing n***a keep it real, you a motherf**ing standard I been getting to it, b**h them motherf**ing bands in [Hook: Waka Flocka Flame] Told you motherf**ers ain't sh** sweet n***a Ain't sh** sweet n***a Really undercover, ain't sh** sweet n***a Ain't sh** sweet n***a Living in the trenches, leave ya six feet n***a Ain't sh** sweet n***a (3x) [Verse 3: Waka Flocka Flame] Told you motherf**ers ain't sh** sweet n***a Sitting on top where I'm meant to be n***a Yeah I really know I'm k**ing these n***as I'm 'bout to start revealing these n***as [?] with a European stitch [?] white girl, that's a European b**h Cuban linked up, I ain't feeling these haters Tryna count a cool hundred mill on these haters ......