Sheff G - Start Some Shyt lyrics

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Sheff G - Start Some Shyt lyrics

[Intro] Great John on the beat, by the way [Verse 1] Look, look, I'm a young ni**a Boss winnin', pockets full of rubber bands b*tches see me, get to forgettin' that they got a man Heartbreaker, Glock on my hip, don't make me up again Glock on my hip, don't make me, look, huh Flexin', why you flexin', ni**a? Huh b*tch, this chopper on my hip turn you dyslexic, ni**a I ain't playin', think I'm playin'? Get to wettin' sh*t up I'ma chill, I see some ladies that might have my baby, huh b*tch, huh, spent a hunnid on my necklace, ni**a You reach for it, you gon' die, b*tch, come and test me, ni**a Yeah, we ballin', we been ballin' on those freaky hoes Shawty nasty when shе su*k me, make me curl my toеs Look, I ain't no salty ni**a, I know she gon' choose, huh But catch you with my b*tch, look, you better move, huh Yeah, I like to knuckle up but bro-bro love to shoot Every day the first of April 'cause we gon' act a fool, huh Said this sh*t before, I'll say this sh*t again, huh b*tch, we makin' money, don't need to make no friends It's just me and my dawgs, we will send this b*tch up Please don't flex, I'll make a corner, they will bend this b*tch up [Chorus] Look, then I start some sh*t, look, then I start some sh*t Came and took it lit, don't make me up my stick, look Then I start some sh*t, look, came and took it lit Came and took it lit, ni**a, don't make me up my stick, look [Verse 2] Tell all them dark skins, brown skins, the light skins, "I love 'em," ooh Look, she got a man but say she love me too, huh Shorty got that bomb, look We gon' hit the mall after, get her what she want Then I'm in the box like FedEx, done made her take my pinky ring Supposed to be a player, I done fell in love with my sneaky link Happens to the best of us, a ni**a fu*ked my b*tch At the time I had like four of 'em, just scratch one off my list, look I done bent a few blocks, I just bought some new chops I just spent two-fifty up in jewels, I call it moon rocks I can't fu*k with yes men copyin' the next man This a wrist so pretty, I might have to pick a best man ni**as gettin' smoked for this sh*t, huh, toast for this sh*t, huh Shots run up his back, watch him roll over and sh*t Look, they thought that I switch 'cause I got famous and rich, look Look, 'member I got cut, the opps was all in a spliff, look Look, toke a body, toke a body, huh Not fu*kin' with the talkin', if we catch him, we white chalkin' Bodies have them ni**as cryin', look, give that boy a hug, look Ain't gon' be no diss tracks, come get it back in blood, huh [Chorus] Then I start some sh*t, huh, then I start some sh*t Came and took it lit, don't make me up my stick, look Then I start some sh*t, look, came and took it lit Came and took it lit, ni**a, don't make me up my stick

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