KK the Artist & Big Solo - No Shit (feat. 23Trell)

KK, not again!
We turn up when the sun go down
We gettin fat like Mr. Brown
Niggas talk shit, but they not around
Shit don't count like ya outta bounds, lil bitch
Back in this shit
Want all of her, no twist
Said we the shit, no shit
Said she like how I whip
This shit all in the wrist, yea
My aunt said get the glick
Now I flick it like a Bic (ooo)
Double cup, I sip
And it's boomerang, I'm bent, yea
Boom, there goes Aang
And I'm skippin wit no pain
Yea, I'm Curry wit da range (scoop)
And it's Future wit da game, yea (she on my team)
Know it's gangland
Ain't no lamespan
Das no tolerance to that sucker shit
Causin' ruckuses (shouts out Herbo)
Still ain't made no noise, lil nigga
And you claim you be pullin dem Triggas
Your mother told me dat I'm bigger
Much bigger
We turn up when the sun go down
We gettin fat like Mr. Brown
Niggas talk shit, but they not around
Shit don't count like ya outta bounds, lil bitch
Back in this shit
Want all of her, no twist
Said we the shit, no shit
Said she like how I whip
This shit all in the wrist, yea
Yea, 23 in da party, but i ain't da goat
Niggas talkin shit, all I'm hearing is jokes
Flew out to Atlanta, I did my first show
Shout out Florolina, they showed me the ropes
And I'm with da gang, I can't fuck with you Jakes, you snakes
Digital dash in da lake
Where da hoes who give face
Snatching her lace
She tryna come to my place
Made the hoe get a room
Told her she thought she was smooth
Tryna find out where I stay
Baby played the game, but I'm in first place
Fuck it, my side bitch in Miromar Lakes
We turn up when the sun go down
We gettin fat like Mr. Brown
Niggas talk shit, but they not around
Shit don't count like ya outta bounds, lil bitch
Back in this shit
Want all of her, no twist
Said we the shit, no shit
Said she like how I whip
This shit all in the wrist
All in the wrist, yea
She swallowed my kids, yea yea
I'm a freaky ass jit, yea
On the internet like Syd, yea
Move slow I'm a sloth
Crocodile like Lacoste
Big shit, I'm a boss
Big Kasso, like Ross, yea yea
Turn up when the sun go down
Gettin fat like Mr. Brown
Niggas talk shit, but they not around
Shit don't count like ya outta bounds, lil bitch
Back in this shit
Want all of her, no twist
Said we the shit, no shit
Say she like how I whip
This shit all up in my wrist, yea yea
All in my wrist, yea yea
She swallowed up on my kids
I'm a freaky ass jit, yea
Stay on the internet like Syd
Move slow like a sloth
Crocodile like Lacoste
Big shit, like a boss
Big Kasso, like Ross (yea yea)

Written by:
John Rice III, Mark Pierre

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