Sh!t (Megamix)

[Intro: Diddy & Future] Everything you hear And everything you about to hear And all the important shit you about to hear over the next couple of decades Mike Motherfuckin' WiLL Made-It Ayy Talkin' 'bout ya bussin' heads (Ayy), nigga, you ain't shot shit Talkin' 'bout ya workin' clips (Ayy), nigga, you ain't— Ayy (Eardrummers) (Mike WiLL Made-It) Ayy Oh, you done got and get all them guns, and you ain't killed nobody yet? (Ayy) How many times you shot that motherfucker, nigga? (Ayy) Ain't nobody popped up dead (Ayy) Thought y'all niggas was murderers Shit [Chorus: Future, Future & Drake] Talkin' 'bout you poppin' tags, nigga, you ain't bought shit Talkin' 'bout a hundred bottles, nigga, you ain't popped shit All you talk 'nana clips, nigga, you ain't shot shit Spending money on these hoes, nigga, you ain't fuck shit (Ayy) Shit Shit (Ayy) [Verse 1: Drake] Took niggas out the hood like I'm from there So you know it's all good when I come there I hear you talk about your city like you run that And I brought my tour to your city, you my son there, nigga But I had to come through for the remix On my haven’t-done-a-verse-in-eight-weeks shit And if a nigga say my name, he the hot shit But if I say the nigga name, he still the hot shit Fucked up, lucky I don't feed into the gossip Niggas act like they don't know, but they should know Yeah, I just think it's funny how they dangling the bait But I'm the one that's killing niggas on the hooks, though And niggas ain't got a grill, still ice-grill hating I know y'all already know Mike WiLL Made-It Just looking at the numbers, nigga, I feel amazing I'll call Michael Jordan up and Mike WiLL Make it I'm the young rap nigga with the 'Melo deal You need to come to OVO for a better deal Just know a million ain't shit once you get a mil' And niggas say it’s all good That’s how you better feel, nigga, nah Fuck that, this year I'm talking big stuff Rolling through the city like a young nigga bricked up Fuck niggas gon' be fuck niggas, that's why we never gave a fuck, when a fuck nigga switched up, damn [Chorus: Future & Juicy J] Talkin' 'bout you poppin' tags, nigga, you ain't bought shit Talkin' 'bout a hundred bottles, nigga, you ain't popped shit All you talk 'nana clips, nigga, you ain't shot shit Spending money on these hoes, nigga, you ain't fuck shit (Mike WiLL Made-It, let's get it) [Verse 2: Juicy J] If money talk then your pockets ain't saying shit I'm in the bathroom getting head from yo' bitch And I ain't paying her shit You want beef? You don't know who you playing with (Hey) I tell my pilot to land the jet (Hey) I'm hopping off, get 'em, we popping off (Hey) Give a click and you niggas dead where you standing at (Hey) I'm just a trippy nigga smoking on cabbage Your money funny like Jim Carrey I got a bitch and she super bad like Halle And we still keeping that white like Barry I'm a rich nigga, still keep a pistol with me Nigga, you ain't fuckin' with a picture of me I got all this cake and shooters with me Just in case you pussy niggas try to get you a piece What it is, my nigga? What it's hittin' for? (Hey) Where the car you were whippin' in you video? (Hey) Where the ice at, nigga? Where them pretty hoes? (Hey) You a fraud, real niggas already know (Hey) Broke-ass niggas, I can't stand 'em (Hey) I hit 'em with the cannon I'm buying off the mall at random (Hey) Juicy J, that nigga fresh to death (Hey) Smoke it 'til it's nothing left Peel off, then I'm ghost in my Phantom [Chorus: Future] Talkin' 'bout you poppin' tags, nigga, you ain't bought shit Talkin' 'bout a hundred bottles, nigga, you ain't popped shit All you talk 'nana clips, nigga, you ain't shot shit Spending money on these hoes, nigga, you ain't fuck shit [Verse 3: Diddy & Future] I ain't tryna hear a whole bunch of that (Shit) About how many bodies you caught (Shit) My niggas is real thug niggas, them real niggas don't talk Worldstar niggas get caught, wavin' all them guns at the cameras Grown ass nigga, you ain't bout to shoot (Shit), you don't do (Shit) You just think it's cool (Shit) to move bricks Real niggas do it cause they got to I know them real niggas and it's not you And if they see yo' ass round here frontin' Real shooter be somewhere and shot you Man, get the fuck out the booth poppin' that (Shit) Corny ass nigga just talkin' that (Shit) Heard about it, read about it, never been around it But you think ya soft ass give somebody that (Shit) How you movin' round with your hoe? You ain't even stickin' to the code You don't even represent the life right Pussy nigga sleepin' with a night light Comin' for your head like Fight Night I can get anything done for the right price, boy (Bad Boy) Take that [Chorus: Future] Talkin' 'bout you poppin' tags, nigga, you ain't bought shit Talkin' 'bout a hundred bottles, nigga, you ain't popped shit All you talk 'nana clips, nigga, you ain't shot shit Spending money on these hoes, nigga, you ain't fuck shit [Verse 4: ScHoolboy Q] Frontin' like you really on that bullshit Gun him down, make a motherfucker do a full flip, chip chip Nigga really really on that Crip shit Bisquick whip, whip, whip, nigga, move it! Got the toolie, yeah, the piece, I'mma use it Nigga ruthless, leave a chump nigga toothless Tell him "smooches", got that white girl Get a tan when I ice her, Arm and Hammer Mixin' venom like a viper, you the buyer I'm the nigga with the fire, you's a minor Now I'm major with the paper, coppin' acres Overseas like a sailor, you a hater And your daddy in the same boat, you a busta when ya chain go Pourin' syrup on my Eggo, four liters for the eight though To the face, now the day slow, you's a fruity lil' rainbow Real nigga, call me Django, fifty seconds till the say low Wild bucks shootin' halos, every pocket got a bank roll I don't think you really understand me (Stand me) Groovy Q ain't keep the nose candy (Candy) [Verse 5: Future] Bought the hoe a hundred pair of red bottoms (Shit) That's a quarter milli' on a hand job, my nigga Brrt, stick 'em (A'ight) Fuck you and every nigga came with ya (Fuck 'em) Go and put a nigga on a picture (Fuck 'em) Go and put a nigga on a T-shirt (T-shirt) Back in the day, when a nigga sell dope (Ayy) I'ma slap your daddy out and then put him in a hole (Shit) Glock 40, woo (Turn up, turn up) My ambitions as a rider (Rider) Sippin' on lean, getting higher (Sprite) Nigga, I'm a codeine buyer No, you not a foreign whip driver (No, sir) Shout out to the shooters and the shooters only (Yes, sir) You never walk around with a lot of money (Yes, sir) Hundred dollars fallin' all out your pocket (Woo) When you hit 'em in the head, can you keep it solid? (Woo) Bulletproof whip, we'll blow it up (Woo) Like some raw uncut dope, blow it up (Yeah) Represent your gang, nigga, throw it up (Yeah) I don't give a fuck where you at, nigga, throw it up [Chorus: Future] Talkin' 'bout you poppin' tags, nigga, you ain't bought shit Talkin' 'bout a hundred bottles, nigga, you ain't popped shit All you talk 'nana clips, nigga, you ain't shot shit Spending money on these hoes, nigga, you ain't fuck shit [Verse 6: Pastor Troy] Y'all ain't crunk like me, y'all ain't bout shit AK-47 and that Ruger and some other shit PT Cruiser, nigga, do a nigga, who the nigga? I'm so ratchet with that plastic Shit get drastic, leave him in the casket Now my nigga Mike WiLL giving me a chill pill But a nigga crunk still, plenty niggas got killed I don't give a fuck though, still got some ammo Dressed in camo, represent Atlanta, hoe Pastor Disaster back like the rapture Don't let me catch you, hoe, I'm coming at you Bap on my shoulder, pocket full of doja Keep my composure, fuck pulling over Brrrrr, stick 'em, fuck the niggas with them I'm gonna get them, promise I'mma hit them Pastor Disaster, get off my dick I be clean from my cup to my kicks Foreign, how I like my bitch Y'all, niggas, ain't, shit [Chorus: Future] Talkin' 'bout you poppin' tags, nigga, you ain't bought shit Talkin' 'bout a hundred bottles, nigga, you ain't popped shit All you talk 'nana clips, nigga, you ain't shot shit Spending money on these hoes, nigga, you ain't fuck shit [Verse 7: Jeezy] Made the Forbes and I'm straight up outta projects Still running with them niggas with that work check It go "Brrrrrrrr" with the chopper That's the only way the pussy 'posed to stop you Pour out a little liquor, one in every got a ghetto Stack a twenty dollar bill, nigga, tall as Carmelo Winter olympic games and the categories caine Bet you one fuckin' thing, I'll win a gold medal Why you actin' like a bitch? Lil Jon, my nigga Don't you ever doubt me, I'm like LeBron, my nigga I ain't takin' no shorts, bitch, I hit it with the fork Fuck a wrist game, use my whole arm, my nigga Snowman, bitch, y'all know me Fourth quarter pressure on 'em like Kobe Act like my shit don't stink, pocket feel like a bank Neck lookin' like a forty ounce of O.E Tell me why my album selling, they ain't murder me yet If they do, bury me in a burgundy 'Vette Talk behind my back, you could hate me all you want But them same fuck niggas ain't shot shit yet Yeah, you see me on Gangland, as real as it get They just rappin' about it, I was livin' that shit, straight up [Chorus: Future] Talkin' 'bout you poppin' tags, nigga, you ain't bought shit Talkin' 'bout a hundred bottles, nigga, you ain't popped shit All you talk 'nana clips, nigga, you ain't shot shit Spending money on these hoes, nigga, you ain't fuck shit (Ayy, look man, fuck what you talkin' 'bout, dawg) [Bridge: T.I.] This for my niggas when they walk up out the house, they (Turn it) Fuck what ya mouth say (Turn it, turn it) [Verse 8: T.I. & Future] Fully automatic rifle, hundred round drum on it with a scope I done had that, nigga (Brrrrrrr, stick 'em) I ain't playing with these niggas, just kill 'em, turn it Nigga talk shit, I'll blast that nigga Shoot his ass right in front his homeboys Kill the party, drove off and then stab that nigga Everyone vicinity hear the boy hoe noise I'm the Zone 1 king, from a whole one thing Threw a hundred on it, shawty, I was doing my thing You tryna get a million, I done did that Ayy, keep it pimpin', keep a ticket where I live at Ayy, listen, sucka, I got nothin' for you, but a new coffin I'll shoot you walkin' 'fore you get through talkin', nigga Catch me walkin' in your hood, trench coat swingin' Mask on, step up on your front porch bangin' Them Bankhead niggas, they a motherfucker, ain't they? I'm the realest, richest nigga that you know today famous Catch you flaggin' in your hood and you wanna be a gangsta In you skinny jeans in arenas entertainin' No matter how you paint it, better see the big picture I'll get you, nigga, wit' you, then hit you nigga [Chorus: Future] Talkin' 'bout you poppin' tags, nigga, you ain't bought shit Talkin' 'bout a hundred bottles, nigga, you ain't popped shit All you talk 'nana clips, nigga, you ain't shot shit Spending money on these hoes, nigga, you ain't fuck shit