Da Shinin

[Intro]
Brrt, ayy
(Thank you, Timmy boy) Ayy, (Want my check, nigga), ayy

[Verse 1]
Yeah, in a casino, I feel like I'm Robert De Niro, uh (Feel like Robert)
How that boy constantly takin' an L and the nigga don't got any zeros? (Don't got any zeros)
Uh, I get so sick of the comments, huh, I get so tired of the weirdos
Uh, all of this shit perfect timin', I'm gon' get it anyway, nigga, you don't gotta hear though (Shh)
But I'm gon' make sure you feel me (Yeah, for sure)
She want me to save her, I don't wear a cape, told her never have I been a hero, uh (Nah)
But send me the signal, I'm slidin', uh
Shit, I don't even need any diamonds, she do what I say, come with me and leave Simon (Come on)
Yeah, and every time I pop out with two bitches, look like they twins, they tell me I'm shinin' (Ayy, I'm shinin')

[Bridge]
Ayy, all kind of cars (Skrrt, skrrt)
I bought a bar, nigga (Rrah, buh)
Ayy
On my wrist (Like Audemars), wrist, wrist (Ayy)

[Verse 2]
Slide in a sport and I feel like my name Jeff Gordon (Zoom)
Like my name Mike Jordan
.223 bullets inside of the chopper, leave niggas avoidant (Buh, buh, boom)
Bad bitches pullin' up, Porsches
Like nigga, that's stupid, yo' baby get took out, that's mission aborted
Uh, nigga blow money on studio time, while I be in the kitchen recordin'
While I be in the kitchen, whip, whip, whip
Shh, boy, I be in the kitchen
'Member them days back in school, niggas servin' them pills at detention
I give a fuck how you really gon' feel 'cause a real nigga don't get offended
Yeah, feel like a Columbine shooter 'cause, nigga, I really put on for the trenches (Hahaha)

[Verse 3]
What? Yeah, hold on, nigga
Ayy (Grrt), chop fuck up yo' rented, my niggas is known to be colder, for sure they'll bend ya
Turn a bitch to a shooter
Shot hit a Rolls-Royce, knock the doors off, turn that shit to a coupe
Yeah, that what my niggas will do, spin a block, look like that bitch got hit with a nuke
Yeah, ho hit my DM, I know she a fan, so that bitch just got hit with the juke (Juke)
Ayy, hope he don't turn into no snitch, I'ma drop my own nigga like Bishop in Juice
Yeah (Ayy), nigga don't do shit but smoke and just sit in the booth
Huh, yeah, Yac put the nail in the coffin, but don't ask me how 'cause I'm missin' a screw