Lil Bibby - k** sh** lyrics

[Intro: Lil Herb & Lil Bibby] Time to let these n***as know what it is in the streets Aye Bibby, let's k** sh** broski. Whatchu wanna do? It's whatever man, just go on ahead and rip that sh** Ima come around and clean that sh** up Lets get it [Verse 1: Lil Herb] Know a couple n***as that's down to ride for a homicide When it's drama time Run up on a n***a with the llamas flyin Leave his loved ones all traumatized One-fifty I'm really wit' it I'll drop his a** and then forget it I'm the man round my side of town Might see a b**h and forget I hit it Lil Bibby on the track with me One mistake and he clap fifty When I hit the scene hoes go insane Cause they know a n***a got them racks wit' me No velcro but the strap wit' me Let a n***a wanna act silly I'mma let it off and then leave him there Ride off and don't even care b**h I cash out 'till I pa** out Got a couple trues I don't even wear In the game b**h I do my thang Hoes scream my name I ain't even there Lil Herb boy I does this Leave your b**h wetter than a pool pit And I make bands like I make friends Bought some ray-bans on some cool sh** But now it's back to some k**a sh** Got some wild hoes that'll drill a b**h Yea it's no limit, thirty years runnin' Thirty years gunnin' and we still the sh** I never run cause I stay to fight I'll cook a n***a like steak and rice And it's hella real in the battlefield Gangbang gotta pay the price Hit a n***a with the forty fifth Bet it make his a** do forty flips M-O-B I don't love a ho Imma be this way 'til I'm forty six Matter of fact 'til a n***a die Smoke kush blunts 'til a n***a cry And I never feed off another man Cause I understand how a n***a lie Never snitch on a n***a dry Yeah that's how a n***a die Got a yellow b**h in the pa**enger She gon' s** and f** if I get her high If I do the dash then my whip will fly Foreign sh** what a n***a ride I ain't never snoozin' let a n***a try Got the nine ruger on a n***a side [Verse 2: Lil Bibby] Lil Bibby, no limit yea I'm all about that sack b**h My young n***as they clap sh** Let the mac spit, we whack sh** Weezy in that cut With that nina that's that black b**h Rico wanna' get 'em, I'm like cuz' man I got this Shootin' sh**, Hittin' sh** Four five extended clip, y'all be on that snitchin' sh** And Y'all know what snitches get, No limit sh** We wit' the sh**s, I'm focused on gettin' rich M-O-B forget a b**h, right after I hit the b**h Like point me to the kitchen b**h, I be water whippin' sh** Whip it, Jeff Gordon whip it, hit it wit' the fork Straight drop no shorts Shooters on and off the court, shoot a n***a off his porch Turn a n***a to a corpse, yeah, I'm bout that Rollin' up that loud pack Catch me lackin'? I doubt that, cause I never leave without that And that's real sh**, got real hitters they k** sh** You f** around hit the k** switch, these hollow tips you feel this And I'm tryna get real rich Cause my mama said I wouldn't be sh** Nobody never gave me sh** Like "Bibby hop on this remix", that's five hundred, no free sh** Cause I'm hot and I do this sh** for my block I got thirty off in that Glock, have my nina give you top Bodies gon' drop and we ain't gon' stop R-I-P Roc Catch a few ops, send a few shots, might hit a few blocks f** a few thots, I need two mill might seem like a lot But I spit straight drop so its really not My team gon' eat, R-I-P to police Fake n***as don't speak Cop k**ers in the heat, catch me in the streets Shout out to broski