Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Ain't Shit, artist - Styles P. Album song S.P. The GOAT: Ghost of All Time, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.05.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, The Phantom Entertainment
Song language: English
I Ain't Shit |
I ain’t shit but I’m the shit that’s with the shits |
Bitch nigga, quit your shit |
'Cause I got a lot of niggas that’ll split your shit |
And I got a lot of (Vinny Idol, nigga) niggas that’ll hit you quick |
Niggas is droppin' but I doubt he droppin' heat |
Niggas is poppin' but I doubt they poppin' heat |
Yeah, I’m in the legal shit but I pop up on the street |
Right next to the goons, God bless the deceased |
Have you ever seen brain matter next to your feet? |
Then stand in the hood right next to the creeps? |
Watch it pop on the spot or less than a week |
So I told my little homie know that all that shit is weak |
Rather make a ton of money, watch all them niggas weep |
Nightmares from the past, hold the shotty in my sleep |
Ask myself, «Who can I trust?» |
Be a player like Kobe or own it like Jerry Buss |
Terry Cloth sweats in the 'Vet that’s cherry’d up |
Red suits, red guts and they thinkin' I’m Blood’d up |
Told the plug send the work and them niggas’ll cut it up like a DJ |
He say, she say is bitch nigga shit |
We in the rich nigga shit on the freeway |
I don’t talk dirt on the phone, not even pre-paid |
Fleas kill dogs, my nigga, don’t be a pea brain |
Smoke and money on the mind, yeah, that’s P brain |
Thinkin' 'bout killin' these rappers but I refrain |
I’m sellin' veggies in the hood |
Old Ghost will turn niggas veggies in the hood |
We the black mob, nigga, the spaghetti eatin' good |
Head got a little brown sugar in it |
Hooptie got a ratchet, a knife, and a hood booger in it |
Ghost |
I ain’t shit and you ain’t shit |
So nobody gotta ask who ain’t shit |
I’m a D-Block animal, my zoo ain’t shit |
And I’m already sick so the flu ain’t shit |
I ain’t shit and you ain’t shit |
So nobody ain’t gotta ask who ain’t shit |
I’m a D-Block animal, my zoo ain’t shit |
And I’m already sick so the flu ain’t shit |
What you think I pray for? |
Shit I gotta pay for |
Homie got cocaine sittin' on the eighth floor |
Other homie got the ratchet, wanna take your face off |
Told them niggas chill but I think they cut they brakes off |
They ride, I ride, that’s how it is, homie |
Ghost a short nigga but I’m still a big homie |
I the wig, homie, they gon' pull the pigs on me |
Have me sittin' in the yard, brollic’d up with shivs on me |
Fuck that |
Catch it later and be violent, I rather get high and island hop |
Or take a UK trip |
Keep it funky in the hood like a |
Niggas know me 'round they flip |
Sour rim from Miami, yeah, two-day trip |
Play me Monday, you dead on some Tuesday shit |
I ain’t shit but still tell you that you ain’t shit |
Ghost |
I ain’t shit and you ain’t shit |
So nobody gotta ask who ain’t shit |
I’m a D-Block animal, my zoo ain’t shit |
And I’m already sick so the flu ain’t shit |
I ain’t shit and you ain’t shit |
So nobody ain’t gotta ask who ain’t shit |
I’m a D-Block animal, my zoo ain’t shit |
And I’m already sick so the flu ain’t shit |
I ain’t shit but I’m the shit that’s with the shits |
Bitch nigga, quit your shit |
'Cause I got a lot of niggas that’ll split your shit |
And I got a lot of niggas that’ll hit you quick |
I ain’t shit but I’m the shit that’s with the shits |
Bitch nigga, quit your shit |
'Cause I got a lot of niggas that’ll split your shit |
And I got a lot of niggas that’ll hit you quick |