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 |