Spit Dat Shit

Acito Turn me up, turn me up, turn me up Bitch And it's like that bitch Yeah I spit that shit That makes you say That's my shit Y'all know this my jam Aye turn me up DJ play this song Run this back again Look, I need you Baby girl, I need you Bring you and your friend To V.I.P. My feet on the couch Bottles in my hands I spit that shit That makes you say that's my shit Y'all know that's my jam Look, I'm a black panther I can be any ole' Newton Y'all pick, Huey or Cam Get rid of your man Have a good time tonight I bet we'd make JJ say it's dynamite But it your man is full of force Grab the four of course But that ain't my type of hype He'd better chill Bilal's voice Before he hears a loud noise Then hop in the whip With a lot torque Pipes clear but it sounds hoarse They sound horns When the god's coming I can really get used to this Step in the spot Whole crew too live Would've thought we brought Luke in this Check this I'm too legit for me to quit I need my chips And I'm talking on some fiending shit Even if, I've gotta go squeeze the fifth I'll squeeze and pop until the thing squeeze and clicks Geniuses can't fathom my geniusness R Dotta, I've excelled my previous So Dap me up when you see the kid Got damn, the game needed this Bounce with me Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce Bounce with me Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce Bounce with me Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce Bounce with me Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce I spit that shit That makes you say That's my shit Y'all know this my jam Aye turn me up DJ play this song Run this back again Look, I need you Baby girl, I need you Bring you and your friend To V.I.P. My feet on the couch Bottles in my hands With no problem, I spit that audio narcotic Got this one here straight from Medellin So I call this flow here the jaw locker If she's with me she's a jaw dropper Comparing you and I? I'm like naw partner We look the same, but we ain't the same You a jawbreaker, I'm a Gobstopper So what that mean? I've got different flavors, different haters, different ways of going getting paper Hall of famer, skipped the majors, still a player Shrimp, steak, baked potato, tipped the waiter Dick and leave, you dick and date her Probably ate her Knew this shit since I was eight or nine or ten was hungry then Ain't nothing changed Still treating beats like it was catered Wanted then Got it later I'm focused now, on the prowl, my mama proud, my clique around Talking money, we can sit it down Probably throw a hundred hundreds round Any hater ever looking down, know the chopper drum holds one hundred rounds Getting money, never slowing up But for the time being we can slow it We can slow it down Uh We can slow it down It's just a vibe We can slow it down That's all it is, just a vibe We can slow it down Getting money never slowing down Got no reason why their hating on me Just put the eight before the four and the four before the three I spit that shit That makes you say That's my shit Y'all know this my jam Aye turn me up DJ play this song Run this back again Look, I need you Baby girl, I need you Bring you and your friend To V.I.P. My feet on the couch Bottles in my hands