Knucky Bambino - Awh Shit!

Awh Shit!
You already know... Gang
A lil' something they can dance to
Still hit the club and pop bands to it
White bitch like Kim K. Murder that pussy then I had to do the dash on it.
Ayy, bad bitch but that ass fake
When I'm finished I'm gonna have to put my mans on it. Ayy Ayy
Waist snatched but them thighs thick
Shorty turn around I wanna see you make it clap for me
Ayyyy
Now she all on me, but she ain't fooling me
She on my dick cuz of this jewelry
Think that I'm lit. Now she wanna fuck with me
Let my mans hit. Now she can't fuck with me
Blocking her number. Ain't with that fuckery
Ratchet lil' bitch don't ever try come for me
My feet is up. Rap on em comfortably
Am who I am and I won't do no frontin' B
If you press play thanks for supporting me
Like share and comment tell em' come fuck with me
I'm that new hype. Yall should come run and see
My shit is real. Naw, ain't no mumblin'
So what's the deal ? Why they try front on me
I just been wonderin'
Killing these beats and I'm doing it humbly
Crown fit me well and I think that I'm lovin' it
Awh Shit!
She got me fucked up she think that I'm wifing
She mention kids and I'm out fast as lighting
Hold up. Fuck em'. Naw I ain't beggin' em'
Brick talk, big bag, naw I ain't stressin' em'
Naw, I ain't stressin' em' . See that's irrelevant
Good hands on me nigga. Naw, I ain't tusslin'
Rockin' all black. Whole squad moving militant
Show up in a mask like I'm purging. Tryna kill that shit
She coming with me. I know you hurt all in your feels again
Whoa! Cuz you a whole fucking weirdo
Pull up with this big dirty bird like a scarecrow
Peel that lil nigga top back like some Velcro
Peel that lil nigga top back, Oh no
Brought her friend she wanna Cher. I'm Sonny Bono
Roll another one, but don't forget the fronto
I'm floating out this place. I might just leave this planet
Rag across my face like I'm a fucking bandit
Hammer in my jacket just like I'm Go-Go Gadget
I got all my haters mad. I think they bout to blow a gasket
Head strong, Head strong. She give me head long
Shove it in her throat. I make her gag. Know I'm dead wrong
You fuckin' with the Klassix that's the type of shit we own
We make a bitch get nasty, turn that shit to a rap song
Got damn, niggas should have known that I'm gon' draw
Way I run this beat these niggas think I went AWOL
Foot all on they neck, I'm never takin' no days off
I got the game plan. They think I'm paying the refs off
Pull up in the hooptie, interior duck sauce
I be fresh as shit. They wipe me down with the lights off
Shorty catch the drift the diamonds dance when the lights off
Dumb bitch, slipping on that drip too much sauce...

Written by:
Jared Hill

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