sh**ted on 'em
Man, I just sh**ted on 'em
sh**ted on 'em
Put your number 2's in the air
If you did it on 'em
sh**ted on 'em
Man, I just sh**ted on 'em
sh**ted on 'em
Put your number 2's in the air
If you did it on 'em
All these b**hes is my sons
And I'm a go and get some bibs for 'em
A couple formulas, little pretty lids on 'em
If I had a dick I would pull it out and piss on 'em
Let me shake it off
I just signed a couple deals I might break you off
And we ain't making up, I don't need a mediator
Just let those bums blow steam, radiator
That was an earthquake b**h
sh**ted on 'em
You got the ground shaking
Man, I just sh**ted on 'em
You b**hes ain't f**ing with her
sh**ted on 'em
Put your number 2's in the air
If you did it on 'em
You must have lost your f**ing mind
sh**ted on 'em
You must have bumped your f**ing head
Man, I just sh**ted on 'em
sh**ted on 'em
Put your number 2's in the air
If you did it on 'em
This stone is flawless, F 1
I keep shooters up top in the F 1
A lot of bad b**hes begging me to F 1
But I'm a eat them rap b**hes when the chef come
Those were fresh ones
More talent in my mother f**ing left thumb
She ain't a Nicki fan then the b**h def dumb
You ain't my son, you my motherf**ing step son
I don't know what layaway look like
sh**ted on 'em
b**h, I can't even spell welfare
Man, I just sh**ted on 'em
You got me mistaken with your mother, hoe
sh**ted on 'em
Put your number 2's in the air
If you did it on 'em
We at the top b**h
sh**ted on 'em
Man, I just sh**ted on 'em
sh**ted on 'em
Put your number 2's in the air
If you did it on 'em
All these b**hes is my sons
And I ain't talking 'bout Phoenix
b**h I get money so I does what I pleases
I live where the motherf**ing pools and the trees is
Broke b**hes so crusty, disgust me
Gave the b**h a ride, got the Continental dusty
Trust me, I keep a couple hundred in the Duff-b
Couple wet wipes in case a bum try to touch me (ew)
I'm the terminator
b**h talk slick, I'm a have to terminate her
These little nappy headed hoes need a perminator
You my seed, I spray you with a germinator
Move back bugs, matter fact
You know the queen could use a back rub
If you could turn back time, Cher
You used to be here, now you're gone Nair
sh**ted on 'em
Man, I just sh**ted on 'em
sh**ted on 'em
Put your number 2's in the air
If you did it on 'em
sh**ted on 'em
Man, I just sh**ted on 'em
sh**ted on 'em
Put your number 2's in the air
If you did it on 'em