Coop Boi - Wit Da sh**z lyrics

[Verse 1] Yo So I heard these pussies had to say something bout it I ain't tripping, I'm gone run the sh**s and let em run they mouth Extended clippin, leave em crippled, Crippin' like I'm from the south I'm dippin, dribblin the rock and getting ours by the hour As you could see, I'm bringing heat, the peeps you be done got it on repeat I bet I beat the beat so much, my hooks on fleek Is you gone throw that a**? For the coolest Get another b**h to do it, ho you knew it Then I rock up as the motherf**in latest in the newest Ho you talking to the sh**, I had to let em know once again I hit em with the wham, with the whip I swear these pretty pussies prolly always on a young n***a dick A presidential Rollie, prolly think a youngin politicking Got so many b**hes, I just let my thugga homies hit it Realest n***as in the cut, we cut you off and then you finished Now yuu fed up cause you dig it, lil n***a you ain't cut out for this business Illest spittin in my city, b**h you know me Youngin I done turned into the homie I was like 14 hanging with the OG's All this ice is drippin on me, think I got a nose bleed, you knows me I'm POLO down to my dick, and now you pissed cause I done been the sh** Hell, I'm heaven sent, You ain't making sense Every time I walk up in the building All the b**hes get to b**hin So that mean that [Hook] I gotta be the hottest with the sh**s And it ain't take much just to f** on your b**h Hala at my city one time, You could ask em who the sh** Oh that's your girrrrrrl? I couldn't really tell she was blinded by the wrist Go on, f** with me, We gone Roll it up, smoke it, whoa, is you wit the sh**s? Whoa Marijuana blowing, whoa, is you with the sh**s? Really, really n***a you could go ask em who the sh**? Is you with da sh**s? I said a young n***a be the hottest with the sh**s [Verse 2] Like really n***a, you a silly n***a Prolly all up in your feelings n***a, we ain't feel it n***a A Philly n***a prolly chase you like his dreams But you sleepin on me, so we rather get the bligga-bligga Water whippin witta itchy trigger finger You shoulda figured its for you, leave em in a figure four Cause I could afford to This sh** I'm wearing four figures And I ain't even been on tour n***a But you done seen this watch, it glisten like a b**h Prolly think a f**en party right up on my wrist Dawg, I done overheard the toilet saying I'm the sh** So it's only right we gone be filthy rich, You get it b**h? Nah man, you say you a rider You prolly ride up beside her The same ho that we slide in We did some sh** to your mamii Partna you ain't want no problems Prolly just hop on a private In pyjamas and all this glamour I'm high as the pilot, sh** And I done told n***as I was like 15 rappin like an old n***a And you knew(new) it n***a, you actin clueless n***a While you slavin, me I'm whippin chains up tryna do it n***a The realest in my city, I done brought the flow to you n***as You was droppin some bullsh**, I had to show all you n***as I had to do what was overdue, now you n***as overdo it Really you sounding silly, You should be doing you n***a Hoola-hooping n***as, yelling, "Who that n***a?" Rocking Truey and some Gucci n***a sh**, it's Coop dat n***a, true dat n***a, you a stupid n***a Thinking you could do what I do Like you could get all my b**hes, You know I'm number one, too She gone pop it for a real n***a, then imma make it rain, all hail n***a sh** these bars could get me right in jail n***a But when I walk up in the building, all the b**hes get to b**hin So that mean that I gotta be the hottest with the sh**s [Bridge] One, one, one Haha, yeah f** wit me Roll it up, smoke it, is you wit da sh**z? Marijuana blowing, n***a you ain't sh** Haha, yeah, Young C double O, P JTB Less get it [Verse 3] Young n***as reppin, we get it doe One, nine, two, zero, man we are your heroes Lee, Illes my migos, You get it ho They call me Mr. Panty-Dropper n***a Nah it ain't my looks,I just got it n***a, I'm just poppin n***a Ask your mommy n***a, I'm the hottest n***a Look at my girl, she'a prolly k** alla you b**hes Ain't no mediocre, she mixed and you know it She want her respect, she gone get it n***a She ain't get, then she take it n***as is talking, they fakin But I ain't about that bullsh** If I got my b**h and my clique, we gone make it