​bbymutha – I'm Da Shit lyrics

[Intro]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah...)
I'm Da Shit, bitch
I'm Da Shit, bitch
Look at my neck, damn
Look at my wrist, damn
Yeah

[Hook] x2
I'm Da Shit, bitch
I'm Da Shit, bitch
I'm Da Shit, bitch
I'm Da Shit, bitch
Look at my neck, damn
Look at my wrist, damn
Look at my bitch, damn
Look at my feet, damn

[Verse 1]
Ay
Nintendo 64, sit it on the floor
Goon bitch wit' a rumble pack
I'm bussin if you wanna act
Who better to fuck yo bitch than me
All this satisfaction
Take some notes, stop spazzin' for reactions
You's a nobody
This her body, she do what she want
You can have her back
I'm just making quota for the month
Where da hoes at?
Fresher than a Krispy Kreme
Hot light be forever on
Raw Shea Butter that be the cologne
Yo hoe favorite song
Diamond pussy in these diamond thongs
I can't keep 'em on
Put these locals on but they ungrateful
So I leave 'em 'lone
Never needy, always hella speedy wit' recovery
Bouncin' back like Mystikal
Stunt on you, no tissue
I'm Da Shit, bitch


[Hook] x2
I'm Da Shit, bitch
I'm Da Shit, bitch
I'm Da Shit, bitch
I'm Da Shit, bitch
Look at my neck, damn
Look at my wrist, damn
Look at my bitch, damn
Look at my feet, damn

[Verse 2]
Stir these bitches spirits like elixir
Kill 'em all, 6 inches alone make you a victim
It's a thousand ways to die, baby, pick one
Death by designer, by diamonds, by dollars…
(Damn)
You a trip, you a one trick pony, and ya nigga wanna holla
You be in the function 'bout 8 to 10 bitches and they all babysitting one muthafuckin' bottle, ay
Baby bottle fulla that lean, good green, bumpin' that Young Thug - "Strange Things"
Free that nigga Gucci, bitch 'bouta get an ice cream cone tattooed on my muthafuckin' booty, ay
I’m Da Shit, I’m the president, can’t nobody tell me "no"
Cuz I don't owe these hoes, don’t know these hoes, and they mad cuz they hair don’t grow
Bitch fucked around and had mo' twins but I'm still living my muthafuckin' life
Still step in a hot spot like wifi & link, wit' a nigga like fuck yo wife
I'm Da Shit, bitch
[Cute Giggle]