Bitch I'm the Shit - Tyga

Bitch I’m the shit

Bi-bitch I’m the shit

Repeat it to yo bitch, tell yo bitch I’m the shit

Im so dis-disrespectful, ask them bitches that you next to

Prolly hit it if I met you,

I dont remember none of yall names

This aint legal in yall state

This that firearm, that cherry bomb, I light it in yo face.

Mr. Eddison, I put it on

That jury in my state, now your vision gone.

My bad my dog, I’m sippin on that case

Might go corozone my face

Watch yo step nigga,

What you deaf nigga, dont you ever greet me with yo fuckin left nigga

Thang it up, I can spot you way quicka

Im in that fashion district polo fuck that hilfiger.

Ya

Maybe you some bullshit and I talk that real shit

Im bout to hit that kill switch and burn this bitch like chile

Im illa-est so evident, I just threw my evidence.

In the crowd I dont give a shit, too many people just got them tips.

Im hoggin, slim skinny nigga dope ballin

Pay cash for the cash man ralph lauren carlton

You’re just a square in the office

Arlis ima need agent I’m spading

Big donky butt

She can be my target

I pinned the tail

I did it well

Well done

So applaud me

This beat got me jogging

Easy for a cave man

Im inline you talkin

Cooler than my ray bans

Darker shades rain man

Get the cash rain man

Killa j’s space jam

The motherfuckin son of sam

Ughhh

Pull up in the all white ice box

Hottest out the sweat shop

Pull a bear mink out

Ugh

Nigga

Im the motherfuckin truth

You aint noticed what I do

You don’t do this how I do

I be rollin 3×2

Yes that beat enough this spoof

I got that photoproof

Photobooth no photoshop

Redbean I’m super hot

Wait till my albumout

Nigga.

I’m true.