Pampers

[Intro x2]

And I'm the shit

And—and—and I'm the shit

And I'm the shit

And—and—and I'm the shit

And I'm the shit

And—and—and I'm the shit

So call your boy Pampers

Call your boy Pampers

[Verse 1: Slap Doctorz]

You heard me befo' so I don't need to quote it

But I'm the shit, so someone flush the toilet

Someone get the pampers, someone grab the [?]

And I'm ballin' so easy with Bill Cosby money

Fadeaway cash, I'm on top like a roof

Delta swagger, so I be flyin' through

The booth is my property, and no I'm not sellin'

Make 'em mad like we must not be jellin'

If I'm the truth, then your boy must be a lie

I'm the shit, I attract houseflies

I'm the flyest buddy, all knew that

I'm so high, I don't know where the Land V at

My president is black, my Lambo is blue

And I'll be goddamned if [?] don't shoot

Bitch, I talk shit if I'm talkin' about myself

'Cause I'm the shit, I said it myself

[Chorus x2]

And I'm the shit

And—and—and I'm the shit

And I'm the shit

And—and—and I'm the shit

And I'm the shit

And—and—and I'm the shit

So call your boy Pampers

Call your boy Pampers

[Verse 2: G-Eazy]

Okay, now let me make a quick list, top three in the business

'Cause when it comes down to it, we the sickest

You heard me y'all, [?] slick wrist

Who you know ill? Got himself on the shelf

No help from the radio, just did it himself

And in six months, got a buzz so strong

Off of one EP and a couple hit songs

A million plays on his MySpace page

Did some sold-out shows when he's on that stage

The one mane everybody's heard of, hoe

I guess that is what you call word of mouth

Shouts out to Yeezy, my [?] family

I step inside the booth and make hits like Mannie

But mirrors, you lames are in my mirrors; rearview

Excuse me, I'm the shit

P-U

[Chorus x2]

And I'm the shit

And—and—and I'm the shit

And I'm the shit

And—and—and I'm the shit

And I'm the shit

And—and—and I'm the shit

So call your boy Pampers

Call your boy Pampers

[Verse 3: Slap Doctorz]

Call me what you want, I'ma still be the shit

Ridin' round in my whip, hand full of grip

I'm a trendsetter, real life go-getter

If I want her that bad, I will go get her

Not a cocky person 'cause I got the skills

Got the flow, got the 16's that'll make you ill

I'm so sick, diagnosed with a fatal trait

But from here, all my songs can do is elevate

I'm still street rich, see me livin' lavish

The shit, my face should be on the Huggies package

Got to make it, won't stop 'til I'm there

Felt lost for a minute but I'm back like gear

On this money chase, on the paper trails

Too true, I don't think you wanna take it there

To the club with your girl, might leave with your chick

I think it's 'cause I'm—I'm the shit

'Cause I'm—I'm the shit

'Cause I'm—I'm the shit

'Cause I'm—I'm the shit

[Chorus x2]

And I'm the shit

And—and—and I'm the shit

And I'm the shit

And—and—and I'm the shit

And I'm the shit

And—and—and I'm the shit

So call your boy Pampers

Call your boy Pampers