yung sherman – sh!t lyrics
[intro: future]
aye
oh, you done go and get all them guns, and you ain’t k!lled n0body? (aye)
how many times you shot that boy? (aye)
ain’t n0body popped up dead (aye)
thought y’all ++++ was murderers (aye)
[chorus: future]
talkin’ ’bout you poppin’ tags, you ain’t bought ++++
talkin’ ’bout a hunnid bottles, you ain’t popped ++++
all you talk ‘nana clips, you ain’t shot ++++
spending money on these, you ain’t, you ain’t ++++
talkin’ ’bout you poppin’ tags, you ain’t bought ++++
talkin’ ’bout a hunnid bottles, you ain’t popped ++++
all you talk ‘nana clips, you ain’t shot ++++
spending money on these, you ain’t, you ain’t ++++
[verse 1: future]
bought the ho a hunnid pair of red bottoms
that’s a quarter milli’ on a hand job, my ++++
brrt, stick ’em
++++ you and every ++++ came witcha
go and put a ++++ on a picture
go and put a ++++ on a t+shirt
back in the day, when a ++++ sell dope
i’ma slap your daddy out and then put him in a hole
glock 40, woo
turn up, turn up
my ambitions as a rider
sippin’ on ++++, getting higher
++++, i’m a ++++ buyer
no, you not a foreign whip driver
shout out to the shooters and the shooters only
you never walk around with a lot of money
hundred dollars fallin’ all out your pocket
when you hit ’em in the head, can you keep it solid?
bulletproof whip, we’ll blow it up
like some raw uncut dope, blow it up
represent your gang, throw it up
i don’t give a f+ck where you at, throw it up
talkin’ ’bout you poppin’ tags, you ain’t bought ++++
[chorus: future]
talkin’ ’bout a hunnid bottles, you ain’t popped ++++
all you talk ‘nana clips, you ain’t shot ++++
spending money on these, you ain’t, you ain’t ++++
talkin’ ’bout you poppin’ tags, you ain’t bought ++++
talkin’ ’bout a hunnid bottles, you ain’t popped ++++
all you talk ‘nana clips, you ain’t shot ++++
spending money on these, you ain’t, you ain’t ++++
++++
++++
[verse 2: future]
catch a ++++ slippin’ at the red light
with ya ak, let me see you shoot it
you a goon, you a goon, you a goon, you a goon
let me see you prove it
presidential rollie and it’s glidin’
love a ++++ wrist when it’s shinin’
hate a ++++ wrist when it’s blingin’
so i went and added more diamonds
hot boy, bg
that’s the way these young ++++ eat
drinking on syrup, can’t sleep
keep it copacetic with your partner
blockbuster running ’round with real choppers
what’s the color of them bottles? they ain’t gold
and you moving ’round with ya ++++
you ain’t even sticking to the code
pimps up, pimps up, ++++ down (++++ down)
a pool full of money and i’m ’bout to drown
i’ma fool on the corner with that bobby brown
b+tton up suits at the grammys
had to turn it up for the family
yes, i’m a freeband bandit
talkin’ ’bout you poppin’ tags, you ain’t bought ++++
[chorus: future]
talkin’ ’bout a hunnid bottles, you ain’t popped ++++
all you talk ‘nana clips, you ain’t shot ++++
spending money on these, you ain’t, you ain’t ++++
talkin’ ’bout you poppin’ tags, you ain’t bought ++++
talkin’ ’bout a hunnid bottles, you ain’t popped ++++
all you talk ‘nana clips, you ain’t shot ++++
spending money on these, you ain’t, you ain’t ++++
++++
++++
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