Puff Daddy - SHiT (RMX) lyrics

[Hook: Future]x2 Talking 'bout you popping tags, n***a you ain't bought sh** Talking bout a hunned bottles, n***a you ain't popped sh** All you talk nana clips, n***a you ain't shot sh** Spending money on these hoes, n***a you ain't f** sh** [Verse 1: Diddy] I ain't tryna hear a whole bunch of that sh** About how many bodies you caught My n***as is real thug n***as Them real n***as dont talk Worldstar n***as get caught Wavin' all them guns at the cameras Dumba** n***a you ain't bout to shoot sh** You dont do sh**, you just think its cool sh**, to move bricks Real n***as do it cause they got to I know them real n***as and it's not you And if they see your a** 'round hear frontin' A real shooter be somewhere and shot you Man get the f** out the booth poppin 'that sh** Corny a** n***a just talkin' that sh** Heard about it, read about it, never been around it But you think its all fab to somebody that Why you movin' round with your ho? You ain't even stickin' to the code You dont even represent the life right p**y n***as sleeping with a night light Coming for your head like fight night Get anything done for the right price, boy! (Bad Boy) [Hook: Future] [Verse 2: ScHoolby Q] Frontin' like you really on that bullsh** Gun em' down, make a motherf**er do a full flip, tip tip n***a really, really on that crip sh** Bisquick, whip, whip, whip, n***a move it Got the tool and get a piece, Imma use it n***a rutheless, leave a chop n***a toothless, tellem smoochies (yawk, yawk) Got that white girl, get a tan when I ice her, Arm and Hammer Mixin' venom like a viper, want to buy her I'm the n***a with the fire since a minor Now I'm major, with the paper coppin' acres overseas like a sailor You a hater and your daddy in the same boat You a busta, where your chain go? Pour syrup on my Eggo, 4 liters for the 8 tho, to the face now the day slow Yous a fruity little rainbow, real n***a call me Django 50 seconds [?] shootin' halos Every pocket got a bank roll I don't think you really understand me Groovy Q'll get the nose candy [Verse 3: Future] Bought the ho a hunned pair of red bottoms Thats a quarter milly on a hand job my n***a Blllll stick'em f** you and every n***a came witcha Gone put a n***a on a picture Gone put a n***a on a t-shirt Back in the day when a n***a sell dope I'mma slap your daddy allofdem put'em in a hole Glock 40 whooo My ambitions as a rider Sipping on lean getting higher n***a im a codein buyer No you ain't no foreign whip driver Shoutout to the shooters and the shooters only You never walk around with alot of money Bundles falling all out your pocket When you hit'em in the head can you keep a 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]