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DJ Esco

"Sh!t (Remix)"

[Intro: Future]
Ear Drummers
Mike WiLL Made-It
Ayy!
Ayy!
Ayy!
Ayy!
sh*t!

[Chorus: Future]
Talking 'bout you popping tags, n*gga you ain't bought sh*t
Talking 'bout a hunnid bottles, n*gga you ain't popped sh*t
All you talk nana clips, n*gga you ain't shot sh*t
Spending money on these hoes, n*gga you ain't f*ck sh*t

[Verse 1: Drake]
Took n*ggas out the hood like I'm from there
So you know it's all good when I come there
I hear you talk about your city like you run that
And I brought my tour to your city, you my son there, n*gga
But I had to come through for the remix
On my haven’t-done-a-verse-in-eight-weeks sh*t
And if a n*gga say my name, he the hot sh*t
But if I say the n*gga name, he still the hot sh*t
f*cked up, lucky I don't feed into the gossip
n*ggas act like they don't know, but they should know
Yeah, I just think it's funny how they dangling the bait
But I'm the one that's killing n*ggas on the hooks, though
And n*ggas ain't got a grill, still ice-grill hating
I know y'all already know Mike Will Made It
Just looking at the numbers, n*gga, I feel amazing
I'll call Michael Jordan up and Mike will make it
I'm the young rap n*gga with the 'Melo deal
You need to come to OVO for a better deal
Just know a million ain't sh*t once you get a mil'
And n*ggas say it’s all good
That’s how you better feel, n*gga, nah!
f*ck that, this year I'm talking big stuff
Rolling through the city like a young n*gga bricked up
f*ck n*ggas gon' be f*ck n*ggas
That's why we never gave a f*ck
When a f*ck n*gga switched up, damn!

[Chorus: Future & Juicy J]
Talking 'bout you popping tags, n*gga you ain't bought sh*t
Talking 'bout a hunnid bottles, n*gga you ain't popped sh*t
All you talk nana clips, n*gga you ain't shot sh*t
Spending money on these hoes, n*gga you ain't f*ck sh*t
Mike-Will Made It! Let's get it! (Ma-fi-UH!)

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
If money talk then your pockets ain't saying sh*t
I'm in the bathroom getting head from yo' b*tch
And I ain't paying her sh*t
You want beef? You don't know who you playing with (Hey!)
I tell my pilot to land the jet (Hey!)
I'm hopping off, get 'em, we popping off (Hey!)
Give a click and you n*ggas dead where you standing at (Hey!)
I'm just a trippy n*gga smoking on cabbage
Your money funny like Jim Carrey
I got a b*tch and she super bad like Halle
And we still keeping that white like Barry
I'm a rich n*gga, still keep a pistol with me
n*gga, you ain't f*ckin' with a picture of me
I got all this cake and shooters with me
Just in case you pus*y n*ggas try to get you a piece
What it is, my n*gga? What it's hittin' for? (Hey!)
Where the car you were whippin' in you video? (Hey!)
Where the ice at, n*gga? Where them pretty hoes? (Hey!)
You a fraud, real n*ggas already know (Hey!)
Broke-ass n*ggas, I can't stand 'em (Hey!)
I hit 'em with the cannon
I'm buying off the mall at random (Hey!)
Juicy J, that n*gga fresh to death (Hey!)
Smoke it 'til it's nothing left
Peel off, then I'm ghost in my Phantom

[Chorus: Future]
Talking 'bout you popping tags, n*gga you ain't bought sh*t
Talking 'bout a hunnid bottles, n*gga you ain't popped sh*t
All you talk nana clips, n*gga you ain't shot sh*t
Spending money on these hoes, n*gga you ain't f*ck sh*t

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