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coop boi - wit da shitz lyrics

[verse 1]
yo
so i heard these p-ssies had to say something bout it
i ain’t tripping, i’m gone run the sh-ts and let em run they mouth
extended clippin, leave em crippled, crippin’ like i’m from the south
i’m dippin, dribblin the rock and getting ours by the hour
as you could see, i’m bringing heat, the peeps you be done got it on repeat
i bet i beat the beat so much, my hooks on fleek
is you gone throw that -ss? for the coolest
get another b-tch to do it, ho you knew it
then i rock up as the motherf-ckin latest in the newest
ho you talking to the sh-t, i had to let em know once again
i hit em with the wham, with the whip
i swear these pretty p-ssies prolly always on a young n-gga d-ck
a presidential rollie, prolly think a youngin politicking
got so many b-tches, i just let my thugga homies hit it
realest n-ggas in the cut, we cut you off and then you finished
now yuu fed up cause you dig it, lil n-gga you ain’t cut out for this business
illest spittin in my city, b-tch you know me
youngin i done turned into the homie
i was like 14 hanging with the og’s
all this ice is drippin on me, think i got a nose bleed, you knows me
i’m polo down to my d-ck, and now you p-ssed cause i done been the sh-t
h-ll, i’m heaven sent, you ain’t making sense
every time i walk up in the building
all the b-tches get to b-tchin
so that mean that

[hook]
i gotta be the hottest with the sh-ts
and it ain’t take much just to f-ck on your b-tch
hala at my city one time, you could ask em who the sh-t
oh that’s your girrrrrrl? i couldn’t really tell she was blinded by the wrist
go on, f-ck with me, we gone
roll it up, smoke it, whoa, is you wit the sh-ts? whoa
marijuana blowing, whoa, is you with the sh-ts?
really, really n-gga you could go ask em who the sh-t? is you with da sh-ts?
i said a young n-gga be the hottest with the sh-ts

[verse 2]
like really n-gga, you a silly n-gga
prolly all up in your feelings n-gga, we ain’t feel it n-gga
a philly n-gga prolly chase you like his dreams
but you sleepin on me, so we rather get the bligga-bligga
water whippin witta itchy trigger finger
you shoulda figured its for you, leave em in a figure four
cause i could afford to
this sh-t i’m wearing four figures
and i ain’t even been on tour n-gga
but you done seen this watch, it glisten like a b-tch
prolly think a f-cken party right up on my wrist
dawg, i done overheard the toilet saying i’m the sh-t
so it’s only right we gone be filthy rich, you get it b-tch?
nah man, you say you a rider
you prolly ride up beside her
the same ho that we slide in
we did some sh-t to your mamii
partna you ain’t want no problems
prolly just hop on a private
in pyjamas and all this glamour
i’m high as the pilot, sh-t
and i done told n-ggas
i was like 15 rappin like an old n-gga
and you knew(new) it n-gga, you actin clueless n-gga
while you slavin, me i’m whippin chains up tryna do it n-gga
the realest in my city, i done brought the flow to you n-ggas
you was droppin some bullsh-t, i had to show all you n-ggas
i had to do what was overdue, now you n-ggas overdo it
really you sounding silly, you should be doing you n-gga
hoola-hooping n-ggas, yelling, “who that n-gga?”
rocking truey and some gucci n-gga
sh-t, it’s coop dat n-gga, true dat n-gga, you a stupid n-gga
thinking you could do what i do
like you could get all my b-tches, you know i’m number one, too
she gone pop it for a real n-gga, then imma make it rain, all hail n-gga
sh-t these bars could get me right in jail n-gga
but when i walk up in the building, all the b-tches get to b-tchin
so that mean that
i gotta be the hottest with the sh-ts

[bridge]
one, one, one
haha, yeah
f-ck wit me
roll it up, smoke it, is you wit da sh-tz?
marijuana blowing, n-gga you ain’t sh-t
haha, yeah, young c double o, p
jtb
less get it

[verse 3]
young n-ggas reppin, we get it doe
one, nine, two, zero, man we are your heroes
lee, illes my migos, you get it ho
they call me mr. panty-dropper n-gga
nah it ain’t my looks,i just got it n-gga, i’m just poppin n-gga
ask your mommy n-gga, i’m the hottest n-gga
look at my girl, she’a prolly k!ll alla you b-tches
ain’t no mediocre, she mixed and you know it
she want her respect, she gone get it n-gga
she ain’t get, then she take it
n-ggas is talking, they fakin
but i ain’t about that bullsh-t
if i got my b-tch and my clique, we gone make it

- coop boi lyrics

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