Jackboy, Haiti Babii - This That Shit lyrics
Jackboy [Pierre DeLince]
[Jackboy, Haiti Babii - This That Shit lyrics]
(The Mekanix)
Dis dat shit we pistol tootin
Dis dat shit have you slow motion
Hit dat shit make me feel important
Move dat shit you smell so potent
And I don't even kno yo name
But this year I'll make you famous
This year I'll step my game up
I'll tell you how I came up
And I don't even kno yo name
But this year I'll make you famous
This year I'll step my game up
I'll tell you how I came up
This ain't no Corvette, nah baby girl, this a Lamborghini
I'm ridin' 'round with a Drac', I'm bout to pull up and fuck on Kiki
I be like "Baby", fuck if you riding
I don't need yo' love, I got this guap right beside me
'Cause I got a couple pistol totes, that nigga play, we stick 'em up
I might just have to be the one to hit 'em up
Make the paramedics come pick him up
Soul out his body, he giving up
Might double back and finish 'em
Stamp a nigga, I'm sending 'em
Let these shots off, at least ten of 'em
Plus ten of them, plus ten of them
Hit your block, I'm spinnin' 'em, uh
Fuck [?], who friends with 'em?
Fuck his thot then send her back to live with him
Got a thirty [?], she at the crib with 'em
All I know is stack them Benjamins
It don't take too much for me to shit on him
Yeah throwing shade but I still got lead on him
Diamonds sitting too hard, I can't fit in
I done came too far, I can't give in
Steady dropping hits, knock it out the park, in the booth I don't do no missing
I done got your bitch, I done broke her heart, young nigga ain't got no feelings
You ain't come see me when I was in prison, so you can't be a part of my vision
Dis dat shit we pistol tootin
Dis dat shit have you slow motion
Hit dat shit make me feel important
Move dat shit you smell so potent
And I don't even kno yo name
But this year I'll make you famous
This year I'll step my game up
I'll tell you how I came up
Nigga if it came down to the bread what would you do
Would chu spend hunnit bands on sum strippers - tell da truth
You niggas is rapping lies boy fuckin up da youth
Dey sayin that I'm too negative I'm teaching them to shoot
You claiming - you da opposite but you don't got no common sense
Money make the world go round what do you suppose
Spending every dollar breaking pockets fo a hoe
Say what chu want but if you knew I kno they need it
I have succeeded it's a reason my bitch conceited
My life completed I been wanting it since a Fettes
I'm so versatile god gifted me with a curse
I won't ever stop until my heart stop beating
Dis dat shit we pistol tootin
Dis dat shit have you slow motion
Hit dat shit make me feel important
Move dat shit you smell so potent
And I don't even kno yo name
But this year I'll make you famous
This year I'll step my game up
I'll tell you how I came up
And I don't even kno yo name
And I don't even kno yo name
Dis dat shit we pistol tootin
Dis dat shit have you slow motion
Hit dat shit make me feel important
Move dat shit you smell so potent
And I don't even kno yo name
But this year I'll make you famous
This year I'll step my game up
I'll tell you how I came up
And I don't even kno yo name
But this year I'll make you famous
This year I'll step my game up
I'll tell you how I came up
This ain't no Corvette, nah baby girl, this a Lamborghini
I'm ridin' 'round with a Drac', I'm bout to pull up and fuck on Kiki
I be like "Baby", fuck if you riding
I don't need yo' love, I got this guap right beside me
'Cause I got a couple pistol totes, that nigga play, we stick 'em up
I might just have to be the one to hit 'em up
Make the paramedics come pick him up
Soul out his body, he giving up
Might double back and finish 'em
Stamp a nigga, I'm sending 'em
Let these shots off, at least ten of 'em
Plus ten of them, plus ten of them
Hit your block, I'm spinnin' 'em, uh
Fuck [?], who friends with 'em?
Fuck his thot then send her back to live with him
Got a thirty [?], she at the crib with 'em
All I know is stack them Benjamins
It don't take too much for me to shit on him
Yeah throwing shade but I still got lead on him
Diamonds sitting too hard, I can't fit in
I done came too far, I can't give in
Steady dropping hits, knock it out the park, in the booth I don't do no missing
I done got your bitch, I done broke her heart, young nigga ain't got no feelings
You ain't come see me when I was in prison, so you can't be a part of my vision
Dis dat shit we pistol tootin
Dis dat shit have you slow motion
Hit dat shit make me feel important
Move dat shit you smell so potent
And I don't even kno yo name
But this year I'll make you famous
This year I'll step my game up
I'll tell you how I came up
Nigga if it came down to the bread what would you do
Would chu spend hunnit bands on sum strippers - tell da truth
You niggas is rapping lies boy fuckin up da youth
Dey sayin that I'm too negative I'm teaching them to shoot
You claiming - you da opposite but you don't got no common sense
Money make the world go round what do you suppose
Spending every dollar breaking pockets fo a hoe
Say what chu want but if you knew I kno they need it
I have succeeded it's a reason my bitch conceited
My life completed I been wanting it since a Fettes
I'm so versatile god gifted me with a curse
I won't ever stop until my heart stop beating
Dis dat shit we pistol tootin
Dis dat shit have you slow motion
Hit dat shit make me feel important
Move dat shit you smell so potent
And I don't even kno yo name
But this year I'll make you famous
This year I'll step my game up
I'll tell you how I came up
And I don't even kno yo name
And I don't even kno yo name