Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shittin' on You, artist - Yo Gotti.
Date of issue: 01.05.2016
Song language: English
Shittin' on You |
You know what it is, when you see me riding through |
Still ain’t got no love for the other side |
Lay a finger on any one of my crew, guaranty you it’s a homicide |
Runnin through the streets, that stuff in my shoe |
Spending no money, but the whips brand new |
Dope boys love me, and the bitches do too |
You a hater, we still shitten on you |
I’m shittin on niggas, I’m from the north side |
I’m up in the building, not sitting courtside |
Jump in that water, you getting baptised |
Fourced power, you share it, you get a Porsh ride |
If you real, you know I’m fuckin with you |
In the trap, where all the feends come through |
And my dogs, we stick together like glew |
We ball for all the shit we been through |
Gotti just a street nigga, like you |
Lamborghini doors up, my Coope |
Gotti just a fly nigga, pursue |
I told my homie Larry, if I don’t make it to the top |
Then you know I’m coming back to fuck with the block |
No stones, only 50 grand in the watch |
You reach for this hood chain, you get shot |
You know what it is, when you see me riding through |
Still ain’t got no love for the other side |
Lay a finger on any one of my crew, guaranty you it’s a homicide |
Runnin through the streets, that stuff in my shoe |
Spending no money, but the whips brand new |
Dope boys love me, and the bitches do too |
You a hater, we still shitten on you |
I heard when I come to the block, they goin rob me |
So when I came through, they see me, they just mob me |
Pounds with the hugs, but I can see you just a fake |
And I’m a real nigga, love outwaigh the hate |
Sad cause you never gonna get up to doing racks |
Sadder cause you never gonna get to moving crack |
You gonna die broke in the hood, and that’s a fact |
You old and live with your mama, that crib packed |
Name, DoDoDoDo, you pussy, you unsuccessful, P You |
Used to be all in my feelings, like you |
Now I’m in the forin with my millions, oo |
You know what it is, when you see me riding through |
Still ain’t got no love for the other side |
Lay a finger on any one of my crew, guaranty you it’s a homicide |
Runnin through the streets, that stuff in my shoe |
Spending no money, but the whips brand new |
Dope boys love me, and the bitches do too |
You a hater, we still shitten on you |