Meek Mill - Shit Nigga lyrics

Yeah, see real niggas come first
Cuz we made to respect
And we do what we want in these streets
And dope boys come second cuz money
Make the motherfucking world go round
And fly niggas come third cuz he
Might ain’t got no money
But he still could pull the
Baddest bitch in the building
Killin these streets nigga
Treat the motherfucking ghost like
A grand marquis walk up the leash
20 deep and we order a feast

I come straight from the ghetto
I’m ballin hard as I wanna
And I’m thankful as ever
That we ain’t out on a coma
There been death in system
Hear the ref with the whistle
Cuz these suckers is fowl
They disrespect us, we hit em
Niggas claiming they real
They wishing their gang official
They got me out in the field
A nigga back on his grizzle
Going hard with the hammers
My niggas all in the slammer
Niggas want catch me slippin but
I don’t walk in banana
I’m outchea strapper than velcro and
No I don’t sell dough
But I spit that raw shit
It’s like I sell coke
Put one in your hand nigga
Like right where the shell go
Got one in a chamber yea we
On point like your elbow
Bulletproof range when I pull
And shoot things hit em close range
Let em feel the blue flame
Every month I buy a new car, a new chain
And I don’t never fuck no bummy
Hoes then count the loose change
Real nigga come first
(first) and dope boy come second (second)
Fly nigga come third and I keep
Birds all in my words (in my words)
I keep birds all in my words
(and them people tapping my line man
That shit bad for my nerves)
Real bitches come first
(first) , fat bitches come second (second)
Freak bitches come third and I keep
Birds all in my words
I got purchase all in my system
And apple juice in my syrup
And these suckas talkin this money shit
Y’all niggas got some nerve

I try to keep my bitches all on lay away
(lay away) and if you fuck me good
You getting paid today (paid today)
That’s 40 on my wrist, you caught me 80k
And I ain’t got no ice in it
Rollin out the light tinted
So these niggas see me
(see me) , sway em like graffiti (fiti)
I get what I wanna
(wanna) , like I own a genie (genie)
Niggas hatin on me (on me)
Know they wanna pin me at
The table with my niggas
He is locked in with linguine
And that pussy smell like Fiji
Boy, I just go swimming
Everything but foreign from the
Porches to the women
Up early in the morning, with the coca
Tryna flip it
Nigas say they want the money but they
Don’t want go and get it
That’s why real nigga come first
(first) , dope boy come second (second)
Fly nigga come third and I was
Out there on that curb
With that mailbox so in close with me
I’m picture red that I’m worth
Talkin late nights you don’t play right
That kitchen wearin that work go!
Real nigga come first
(first) and dope boy come second (second)
Fly nigga come third and I keep
Birds all in my words (in my words)
I keep birds all in my words
(and them people tapping my line man
That shit bad for my nerves)
Real bitches come first
(first) , fat bitches come second (second)
Freak bitches come third and I keep
Birds all in my words
I got purchase all in my system
And half a juice in syrup
And these suckas talkin this money shit
Y’all niggas got some nerve