Shit Remix

[Verse 1: JB Bin Laden]

I can talk about the sack when I get it

I only talk about a stain when I hit it

I only rap about the field cause I'm in it

Niggas ain't in the field, they just witness

I don't fuck with niggas or bitches

Cause they be sneak dissing or snitching

Flexed up, Polo and the True Religion

These niggas, they pussy, they dripping

On the block, see a opp, Glock gripping

See the Jakes on the block, I'm dipping

Cause the weed and the rocks, we flipping

Slow creep through the lot, we tipping

Lemon squeeze on a jock, he limping

This me, how I rock, how I'm living

How a fly street nigga like a pigeon?

I miss LA, I wish he was out here with me

Going crazy, off the lazy, making digits

We stayed off Yops, toting, fucking all these bitches

And he ain't out here with me so listen

Any nigga in the world, he could get it

Call Johnny and he coming with the eight

You got them dollars then we wonder, "Where the safe?"

I'll put a fuck nigga in his place

And I'm riding with my niggas, fuck the Jakes

You can catch me on the drive, by the Sub'

Or I'm trapping with the guys, pouring up

Niggas looking crazy when we rolling up

But it ain't shit, cause I got the totem tucked

I got a shawty, call it yoga, fold 'em up

And we ain't really for none of the chit chat

Steady screaming GDK cause I'm with that

Designer everything on me, but it's mismatched

'sace shades, I can't really see y'all

You broke boys, I wouldn't wanna be y'all

Thick bitch booty round me ball

Niggas hacking, they so foul, we ball

And I'mma ball, 'til I muhfuckin' fall

Free folksnem locked inside the walls

Fuck a diss, cause it's money overall

And I'mma get the sack, that's regardless

Better than a nigga that's working the hardest

I'll bus off a nigga like I'm autist

Kush smoking and it's stanking like some garbage

With a whole lot of young wild hotheads

Don't watch me bitch watch TV

It's Bin Laden bitch, it's JB

Have NOBU, pop out, go crazy

And if you owe me, nigga, better pay me

I don't really care about 'em, I be on my own dick

On some fuck the world shit, bitch, with a long clip

How you rapping this and that, nigga, you ain't on shit?

Cut that shit out man

Nigga, you ain't on shit!

[Verse 2: Filly]

They say, "Filly, where the fuck you been?"

On the drive, where it's live, counting Benjamins

On the drive, where it's live, where you never been

Out late, Letterman, we be hitting shit

Money ain't a thang, cause I get the shit

He could never hang, he ain't with the shit

My block slam, on that gripping shit

Set rep LA on that Clippers shit

If you want smoke, that's all you gotta say

Hollows hit a nigga like the freights

Money turn a nigga to a snake

Pressure turn a nigga to the Jakes

Where the fuck you at? I be out there everyday

Out there getting money, fuck niggas in the way

Lil' niggas playing with the guns, put a nigga in the early grave

Niggas say they paid in full, nigga you ain't even getting paid

You ain't on shit, you a bitch, you a lame

Me and JB, Steam Dean, hittin lanes

See a opp, whack a opp, niggas get changed

He a bitch, and he ain't on shit

Niggas tryna network, I be on my own shit

I be probably posted or, jugging off the phone shit

Probably on the block, cause I don't do that broke shit

How you say you 400? Nigga you don't know Slip!