My Shit by L$$T GANG Lyrics

Quote from the song “My Shit” by L$$T GANG

Flexin' that shit, that's my standby shit
And I can't fuck with you niggas, on some anti shit
I be ridin' 'round town wit a bad lil bitch
That's my bad lil bitch
And she gonna talk my shit
Flex that shit, that's my standby shit
And I can't fuck with you niggas, on some anti shit
I be ridin' 'round town wit a bad lil bitch
That's my bad lil bitch
And she gonna talk my shit

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[Hook]

Flexin' that shit, that's my standby shit
And I can't fuck with you niggas, on some anti shit
I be ridin' 'round town wit a bad lil bitch
That's my bad lil bitch
And she gonna talk my shit
Flex that shit, that's my standby shit
And I can't fuck with you niggas, on some anti shit
I be ridin' 'round town wit a bad lil bitch
That's my bad lil bitch
And she gonna talk my shit

[Verse 1]

Imma rock with that boot and she gonna rock wit it too
When I be pullin' up in the cope and she gonna shoot it out the roof
If a nigga actin' crazy, put his face on the news
If you didn't know by now, bitch, you know that is L$$T (GANG)
I'm throwing that money, she throw it back
I'm ridin' 'round wit that semi-strap
I'm flippin' them pees, Imma get 'em back
Bustin' the cash wit the rubberband
Kick in your door, where the safe at
100s and 50s, they in the bag
My dick in her mouth, she gonna taste that
I'm fuckin' your bitch, you can't get her back
Push the start (aye), Pull up drop the top (skrt)
Fuck a 'op (aye), we send 100 shots (aye)
We on the block, bitch, this ain't no stop clip

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and his heart gonna stop bitch
Coppin' that pack and I'm skrt off the lot
My diamonds, they wet and they drippin' in sauce
My baby, she by me, she get what she want
She throwin' the bag, it don't matter the cost
Money come fast when you

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like a boss
This money come fast when you

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like a boss

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is diamonds, my neck and my arm
The

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is diamonds, my neck and my arm

[Hook]

Flexin' that shit, that's my standby shit
And I can't fuck with you niggas, on some anti shit
I be ridin' 'round town wit a bad lil bitch
That's my bad lil bitch
And she gonna talk my shit
Flex that shit, that's my standby shit
And I can't fuck with you niggas, on some anti shit
I be ridin' 'round town wit a bad lil bitch
That's my bad lil bitch
And she gonna talk my shit

[Verse 2]

(I said) I can't fuck wit niggas
I can't fuck 'round wit you hoes
Keep a down lil bitch and I keep down lil bros
Keep a clip up in that stick, suckas plottin' on the low
Tight grip, I can't slip, I'm on my shit if it's about my dough
She want that bag, I want that bag
Fuck it, let's get it baby
You the type I tie down and I ain't trippin' baby
Game on, you wit it baby
Ballin' on 'em, no pivot baby
Range on my shot, high chance I ain't missing baby
We gettin' straight to it, we don't waste time
Money on my line, up and gone when they hear mine
She love the way all this gold make me shine
Niggas talkin' down, flash this pinky ring, ya, leave 'em blind

[Hook]

Flexin' that shit, that's my standby shit
And I can't fuck with you niggas, on some anti shit
I be ridin' 'round town wit a bad lil bitch
That's my bad lil bitch
And she gonna talk my shit
Flex that shit, that's my standby shit
And I can't fuck with you niggas, on some anti shit
I be ridin' 'round town wit a bad lil bitch
That's my bad lil bitch
And she gonna talk my shit

[Verse 3]

(Look. 'ight) Hush more, bitch, ya, I'm on go
I be ridin' 'round my city with a bad bitch in my low
On my bro, bitch, ya, I'm on go
(Ya) These fake niggas, no hustle
(Ya) These fake niggas don't know
Oh My Gosh, Woah
These fake niggas want war
Imma pull off that hip, let that choppa blow and I'm gone
I'm on one, boy i'm all in my zone
I be rollin' off that

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, I be chasin' all these cones (Ya, We Gone)
Oh, Bad little hoe, ya, she blowin' up on my phone
Ya, She won't leave me alone (Ya, We L$$T GANG)
Never trippin' off that dough, ya, our pockets always on swoll
Ya, This pocket rocket gonna blow