Kris Prince - Weak sh** (Remix) lyrics

[Hook/Intro: Isaiah Rashad] I gotta get my cool n***a voice on Yeah straight up like From Chatanooga you know what I'm saying to f**ing..... (It's The House b**h) For all my n***as riding in buckets you know what I'm saying f** with me.....Ugh, Aye Look at how I'm riding in my bucket, I be cooling 95 degrees, no A/C, but I be cooling No exaggeration, f**ing b**hes, I be doing My pockets hella empty, but these b**hes steady choosing [Verse 1] To this pimping, I'm a student, I need a job This rap ain't paying bills, okay, blame it on Rashad I get all in my feelings gotta blame it all on God But see that ain't the lesson that was taught up from my mom I be that Pretty n***a Flacko – f** that sh**, f** that b**h See that sh** don't make no sense, he ain't even gotta lisp It's so many f** rappers, I can't even make a diss It's so many f** n***as, ain't no need to make a list And tell my momma I be straight, all I need is dutches Swishers, hide my insecurity, crowded by a bunch of n***as They just don't be hearing me, you gon' start comparing me Diamond in the rough, s** my dick, you'll see the clarity Later I won't, won't be this same mothaf**a As soon as I get on, one insane mothaf**a I guess all them concussions, rattled brain mothaf**a And we don't wanna hear that weak sh**, but you love it I be high all in public, see sobriety's a struggle They pay they bills hating, see, denying me's a hustle I been drinking, I been drinking See the fly in me, I'm buzzing (That weak sh**) Alright now Look at how I'm riding in my bucket, I be cooling 95 degrees, no A/C, but I be cooling No exaggeration, f**ing b**hes, I be doing My pockets hella empty, but these b**hes steady choosing Look at how I'm riding in my bucket..... Look at how I'm riding in my bucket Look at how I'm riding in my bucket I be But these b**hes steady choosing Swag (laughs) fu*k THEM ni**aS....... [Kris Prince Intro/Hook] .....Aight, I guess I gotta get my smooth n***a voice on From Chicago to..... Gone Til' Further Notice I'm.... I can't wait until the day that I'm Yo H.I.P.P.I.E.S. 2 Look Ok Now look at how I'm riding in my bucket I be rolling 42 degrees, got no heat, but i be cruising No elaboration, p**no b**hes I be doing My pockets hella empty but these b**hes still choosing To you rappers, keep it moving, go get a job This rap ain't paying off & i won't pay to see it live They lying to face I gotta blame on ya squad Im seeing all that pressure that you putting on ya moms Im getting sick and tired of music, take yo b**h, shoot that sh** I be smoking on the best, all them gun sound effects Its so many fake rappers I can't even have a voice Its so many bad b**hes I can't even make a choice I told my girlfriend to pray, argue all day She project her insecurites, think Im f**ing b**hes All that nagging be annoying me, you gone start comparing me Pair me to your ex, s** that clit you wanna marry me Later I won't be the same muf**a, as soon as I get on you gone change to another Just like the spring time you gone change to the summer & we dont wanna hear that weak sh**, but YOU support it I ain't down for relations see committing is a struggle They pay they bills trickin' got me looking into pimpin Hair is foreign See that foreign In that foreign Thats imported Thats my b**h: THAT WEAK sh*t [Fin]