I’m Da Shit (Remix)

Hey
I'm da shit, believe dat woe
Fuck dat bitch, iOn need dat ho
I only smoke crypt, yea I need dat dro
If you think I'mma liq, I'mma squeeze dat fo

Then you gun fall, yo soul gon float
Up to da sky with them other people
And this ain't a game, so theres no cheat codes
No pause buttons, and no reloads
I lay dick, dat she know
And when im up in it, you can bet it she froze
I got alotta bitches, but man I need moe!
Cuz ders no such thing as enough C-Notes!

I run the 3-0-5
Ice Berg, LIVE
Ion gotta rap boy im gon, SLIDE
The feds want me den im gon, HIDE
They can be slick and I can be, SLY
Iounn give a damn its Dunk Ryde or die
I rap part time
Drugs 9 to 5
16 murders, I bust out the nine
Tuan got 32, bloods gonna slide
And ion need friends, its in my fye
You see me up in me, a nigga gon die
You see me up in me, and Its my time
I ride with blocks, so respect my mind
I better hold block with the stick, POW-POW
I crank up the Dunk, lemme hear our sound

Hold up! let me catch my breath!
I'mma go til there ain't none left!
Oh nigga, I ain't done yet!
Trick told me when I sleep ioun get no check
Its been 2 days, I ain't been home yet!
Takin naps in the jet
In the same DV set
Im under survalence my phone on deck

But ion be on it, cause the crackers is on me
Greezy my homie
Greezy and Soup
And we is the shit, tryna fill our shoes
We want yo bitch, we like how she move
I took pictures of her, and I sent em to soup
Im stickin on 1, and im headed to 2
Call me Billion its what I do

I-GET-MONEY, I-SELL-O's
MAKE NIGGAS HATE, CAUSE-I-SNATCH-DEY HOES
Fix up the Dunk, show em I ain't broke
And keep a big strap in case they want war

Niggas make the songs that a brother never hear!
I'm not bought to diss you to start your career!
You outta yo league. You need to do pot
YOU CLAIM TO BE EVERYTHING THAT YOU NOT
You see, I'mma star and I feel myself
If I lived your life, i'd kill myself

THE CLUB LIKE HOES: IM NEVER IN DEM BARE
DONT TALK ABOUT YA TRUNK, CAUSE MY SHIT RIGHT HERE
And we ride Dunks, AND DEY PASS LIGHT YEARS
We drive drunk, BUT WE DONT DRINK BEERS

See, my chopper's pregnant, cause it always spit
It speaks a differnt language, BUT IT'S CALLIN YOU A BITCH
And ain't nothin changed its the same ol shit
Im still tossin crypt, tryna hide from Kim

Little mama old news
And I got a blood bitch
When I'mma finished with the Dunk
I'mma grab her a whip

There's still a couple niggas that'll die about a BITCH
That'll make a Diss-Track, then cry about a BITCH
And fuck the DJ's that dont play my shit
But the real niggas that'll break my hits

I'mma real nigga, LETS GET THAT CLEAR
A young rich nigga, sayin FUCK AN OUTFIT
My brother not here, so I do it for the crew
And I rock that shirt that say: FREE SOUP
Nigga

I-GET-MONEY, I-SELL-O's
MAKE NIGGAS HATE, CSUE-I-SNATCH-DEY HOES
Fix up the Dunk, show em I ain't broke
And keep a bitch strapped incase they want war

I'm da shit
I'm da shit
I'm da shit
I'm da shit
I'm da shit
I'm da shit