Right Above It

And she keep tellin me; you know you the shit
Ladies throw your hands up thats if you the shit
Walk up in the club and they knew I was the shit
Shittin on everybody thats up in this bitch
You know you the shit
You know you the shit
You know you the shit
You know you the shit
I know Im the shit
Pledge Allegiance to the shit hands where ya hearts are
Matter fact salute the shit hands where ya parts are
Still make a f**kin movie girls know what their parts are
I get brain in the whip who needs a smart car
Call me when its real beef f**k alla this tartar
Niggas dont touch key cept for when they start cars
They just talkin out they ass those are fart bars
I bring the toaster wherever you pop tarts are
Play with funeral getcha ass burried
You should shut you fruity ass up raspberry
Just got that Rolls Royce
So this black man
Got bitches chasin a ghost; Ms Pacman
I know yall listenin
I trace all taps
I buyin Audemars to match my baseball caps
White and navy joint
Lets watch the Yankees
Im gettin big deposits
You gettin bank fees
You lil nigga just remember that you aint me
Write ya award speech and dont forget to thank me
Yeah
What an I to do now
They try to be me on wax
These f**kin Madame Tussauds
And you know Im the shit
And you know it dont matter whatchu think about bitch
Cause aint nobody aint nobody aint nobody like me
Ladies askin questions like; Trigga one night please
Aint nobody getting married but I am the best man
I will be the greatest
I cant except nuttin less than
I had eight of em
And thats just in a section
They all swallow and gobble; call it digestion
Women dance on my sac; call it dickonics
The shit read lips until its hooked on phonic
Ima brag at ya shawty; you know I probably had her
Ima born star
Porn star; shes a ghetto gagger
Rockin platinum I never got the plaque
Still I drop 30 grand up at Sacs
I made it out nigga
You know how the hood be
I got the game sewed up like some good weed
You got it all f**ked up like a lace front
I got the girls gettin low like a bass drum
I got some rich shit
You on a bitch trip
Grab ya purse nigga
Get ya lipstick
Im suck a dickhead
They call me arrogant
One question what the f**k you starin at
Im the shit boy
You can ask ya home girl
Im gon hold yours thats until I get my own girl
And you know Im the shit
And you know it dont matter whatchu think about bitch
Cause aint nobody aint nobody aint nobody like me
Ladies askin questions like; Trigga one night please
I made em a believer now my head big; Gina
Like em with they ass big; Trina
Beat it up in private and they like it
So Im Ikein call em Tina
Me her and her girlfriend
They dykin; have you seen em
I swear Im doper then these muf**kas realize
Hit the club; all balck
Like seal eyes
I am hell on earth
Im tryna live in heaven
Come fly wit me; MJ 2K11
Look in the mirror and its clearer than it has been
I talk shit to the homie like he my glass twin
I say ＂dont let the get ahead of me
They want them instead of me but Im so much better
Aye you know how it better be
Ima sail past niggas; cruise to a better sea
Same light same night but Im in a better B
Plus my hoe hotter than Huxtable sweater be
And she talk dirty like a thrown away berretta be
Now come and f**k wit Im
And if you dont really I dont give a f**k nigga
Im on
So catch me if you can
And if you aint know I dont really give a damn
Shout out to the girls in the club shakin asses
Shout out to the hood
And with the furniture with plastic
Now we carry wads of the cash in the plastic
I got this whole shit mastered
And you know Im the shit
And you know it dont matter whatchu think about bitch
Cause aint nobody aint nobody aint nobody like me
Ladies askin questions like; Trigga one night please
Aint nobody aint nobody aint nobody like me
Aint nobody aint nobody aint nobody like me
Aint nobody aint nobody aint nobody like me
Ladies askin questions like; Trigga one night please