03 Greedo - Shittin (Lately) lyrics
[03 Greedo - Shittin Lately lyrics]
Counting I'm counting counting I'm counting
03
I count that cash on the wake up
My bitch look bad with no makeup
She give me big face like a Jacob
Spend a lil time, but never no dime
Committing crimes just to get a payment
Put my kids in her belly
She still ain't pregnant
Too many rounds on my waistline
Might hit a house in the day time
Might try a four of that wockhardt
I'm tryna see what it taste like
I want the chick with the green booty
Just to get me a thang
With that big ol' booty
Put that gold in my mouth I want every color
One burgundy gold and one
White and one yellow
Water might leak out the ice on my bezel
'N catch a hoe slippin'
Just like rainy weather
Make it rain, make it rain
Purple rain slurricane
I was at the True Jeans with the gang
Never need hurricanes
Walking on air since the 80's nigga
Bury them wings and my baby pictures
Fresh to death when I got here
Jordan's on before they release these bitches
These niggas sweeter than dd's Reese's
These niggas cheap I swear feed these niggas
Never ever owe a still greedy nigga
Since my first song, you seen me nigga
I been rappin' 'bout jackin'
These weenee niggas
How come you mad when you see me nigga?
Niggas told me I'm banged out like
I ain't go for four
Pistols nigga you trippin'
I been shittin' on you niggas lately
I been shittin' on you niggas lately
I been shittin' on you niggas lately
I been getting rich so you niggas hating
I been shittin' on you niggas lately
Free my hitters free my hitters
Soldier down with the troops
Roll around in the coupe
Rollin' rounds in that 03
So I'm rollin' rounds of that truth
Hundred rounds in that AK that F&N go DOO!
Mafia keep it mafia my Hermes my suit
It ain't always gotta be a big pistol
Might bounce around deuce deuce
Shoot a round or thirty two
Like Magic Johnson on the magic city
Fell in love with hundred
That's the sweetest feeling
When you touchin' money touchin'
Ass n titties
In your cleanest Nikes and your dopest jacket
On the scene shining cause
You know they flashing
I ain't talking cameras see
Them naked dancers
Tell them make it nasty see we
Making plans while we making plays
At a business meeting with a plug with fire
While I blew blue hundreds and
A crip blue flame
You would think we crip with the
Way we touch that 'caine
If you feel my music you
Done touched that bag
Put a pipe on the connect
Don't touch that drank
Like the garbage disposal would
Chop them veins
Too graphic greedy so specific cause
You know we lived it
Hopped out in traffic put
This shit in plastic
I been shittin' on you niggas lately
I been shittin' on you niggas lately
I been shittin' on you niggas lately
I been getting rich so you niggas hating
I been shittin' on you niggas lately
03
I count that cash on the wake up
My bitch look bad with no makeup
She give me big face like a Jacob
Spend a lil time, but never no dime
Committing crimes just to get a payment
Put my kids in her belly
She still ain't pregnant
Too many rounds on my waistline
Might hit a house in the day time
Might try a four of that wockhardt
I'm tryna see what it taste like
I want the chick with the green booty
Just to get me a thang
With that big ol' booty
Put that gold in my mouth I want every color
One burgundy gold and one
White and one yellow
Water might leak out the ice on my bezel
'N catch a hoe slippin'
Just like rainy weather
Make it rain, make it rain
Purple rain slurricane
I was at the True Jeans with the gang
Never need hurricanes
Walking on air since the 80's nigga
Bury them wings and my baby pictures
Fresh to death when I got here
Jordan's on before they release these bitches
These niggas sweeter than dd's Reese's
These niggas cheap I swear feed these niggas
Never ever owe a still greedy nigga
Since my first song, you seen me nigga
I been rappin' 'bout jackin'
These weenee niggas
How come you mad when you see me nigga?
Niggas told me I'm banged out like
I ain't go for four
Pistols nigga you trippin'
I been shittin' on you niggas lately
I been shittin' on you niggas lately
I been shittin' on you niggas lately
I been getting rich so you niggas hating
I been shittin' on you niggas lately
Free my hitters free my hitters
Soldier down with the troops
Roll around in the coupe
Rollin' rounds in that 03
So I'm rollin' rounds of that truth
Hundred rounds in that AK that F&N go DOO!
Mafia keep it mafia my Hermes my suit
It ain't always gotta be a big pistol
Might bounce around deuce deuce
Shoot a round or thirty two
Like Magic Johnson on the magic city
Fell in love with hundred
That's the sweetest feeling
When you touchin' money touchin'
Ass n titties
In your cleanest Nikes and your dopest jacket
On the scene shining cause
You know they flashing
I ain't talking cameras see
Them naked dancers
Tell them make it nasty see we
Making plans while we making plays
At a business meeting with a plug with fire
While I blew blue hundreds and
A crip blue flame
You would think we crip with the
Way we touch that 'caine
If you feel my music you
Done touched that bag
Put a pipe on the connect
Don't touch that drank
Like the garbage disposal would
Chop them veins
Too graphic greedy so specific cause
You know we lived it
Hopped out in traffic put
This shit in plastic
I been shittin' on you niggas lately
I been shittin' on you niggas lately
I been shittin' on you niggas lately
I been getting rich so you niggas hating
I been shittin' on you niggas lately