Stuullo – P Shit
Genre Rap

LYRIC
P Shit

Feat. ​heygwuapo

P Shit lyrics

Chorusheygwuapo

I'm in VA yuh, yuh
In a V8 yuh, yuh
These n*ggas fake as fuck
You better watch who you claim yuh, yuh

I'm sick and I'm still going
How the fuck you n*ggas in the field hoeing
Smoking zaza, bitch I'm still blowing
It's like two years and I'm still goated

Verse 1heygwuapo

I'm still stuck on the grind
You ain't got money, you ran outta time
I told my momma on god Imma shine
Don't fuck with n*ggas, I fuck with my slime

That's why I stay so secluded
You got them guns, so why don't you shoot it?
I had to fuck in LA actin' stupid
She got an ego I told that bih 'cool it'
I feel like Nemo, I really be foolin'

She say I'm full of shit, baby that's me
I went to VA and bought me a mink
My money tall as fuck, Yao Ming
I'm smokin' za and this wood can't see
Yeah, so I can't see shit
All of my teachers said I wouldn't be shit
You want a feature, you payin' a fee, shit
I feel like Gunna, I'm all on my p shit
Told her I love her, she said that shе love me
But I sweat to god on my momma I ain't mеan it
I'm in a free world, talkin inside of a mic
Now my whole clique be shoppin' in Neiman's

Verse 2stuullo

Yuh
Now Imma run up a rack for the fun of it
That bitch wan' fuck, so I'm really gon' thumb that bitch
You ain't no shooter, you really ain't drummin' it
I pop me a perky, I'm really gon' vomit it

Hey, yeah, huh, yeah
I got the money, I'm makin' the bank
That bitch wanna fuck, but her cooter, it stank
I'm in New York and I carry my shank

My n*ggas gon' run it
Know we gon' drum it
Nut in her stomach
Yeah, yeah
All of y'all n*ggas, y'all mofuckin' fake
I'm with the gang, yuh, we give and we take
Like, sorry lil' bitch, I am not no lil' saint
I got me a milli', I go to the bank

You walk in this bitch, an' you hear that I crank
I'm smokin' that gas, you can tell that it stank
This choppa gon' shoot like a mofuckin' tank
We run on his shit and we eat and we bake

Yeah, she lovin' lil' stuullo
He got all the fashion and money
It's crazy how these hoes gon' change up

Bitch wanna fuck me
She tryna go cheat on me
N*gga, you know this lil' stick gonna flame her

N*gga, you know I got bread like a baker
That's yo lil' bitch, and I swear Imma take her
We smoke that n*gga, we call him a vapor
She know I fell in love wit' all this paper

Ran in his house with a G-19 on my hip
Yeah, we leavin' that boy for dead
She wanna ride on my dick like a sled
Look at my fit, cost an arm and a leg
You dissin' on me?
What the fuck did you said?
I'm wit' yo' lil' bitch, but I use for the head

[yeah x7]

Chorusheygwuapo

I'm in VA yuh, yuh
In a V8 yuh, yuh
These n*ggas fake as fuck
You better watch who you claim yuh, yuh

I'm sick and I'm still going
How the fuck you n*ggas in the field hoeing
Smoking zaza, bitch I'm still blowing
It's like two years and I'm still goate-

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