Soulja Boy, Feby - Shittin' Me lyrics

These niggas talk like they getting money
But they ain't really spending like that
Niggas talking like they catch a body
But we really know that they
Really ain't spending like that
We outside, Porshe Pannimarra, Maibach
Lambo back to back back to back hellcat

Hit it from the back, yeah she make it clap
Back in the day
Serving high tech in the trap
Made a junky relapse i'm walking with that
Pints of the Activis, I was tasked for that
Me and her riding round in
My wrist I'm serious
Take off like Fast and the Furious
Got me delerious

Shittin me? Are you kidding me?
Shittin me? Shittin me?
Are you kidding me? Shittin me?
Shittin me? Are you kidding me?
Shittin me? Shittin me?
Are you kidding me? Shittin me?
Shittin me?

Brand new deal, bout to blow that big bag
Been bout my bread, and it's no cap
I'm the realest bitch in here
And you know that yeah you know that
They don't want me winning like I'm Kodak
But the shit gon pop like it's Bodak
Tell a fuck nigga he can hold that
All of these niggas so fake
Can't fuck with these hoes, they on Xans
Free all my dawgs out the can
They know I'm putting in work
I had to grind from the dirt
They mad they feelings is hurt

Shittin me? Are you kidding me?
Shittin me? Shittin me?
Are you kidding me? Shittin me?
Shittin me? Are you kidding me?
Shittin me? Shittin me?
Are you kidding me? Shittin me?
Shittin me?