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[Chorus]
Uh b*tch I'm the sh*t
Bi-B*tch I'm the sh*t
Bi-B*tch I'm the sh*t
I ain't worried bout sh*t

Bi-B*tch I'm the sh*t
Bi-B*tch I'm the sh*t
I'm on my own sh*t
You don't see my outfit

B*tch I'm ballin ballin ballin ballin ballin
B*-bi-b*tch I'm the sh*t
See me ballin ballin ballin ballin ballin
B*tch I'm the sh*t

[Verse 1]
Bitches all in my car, they want to run with the star
Got all these nig*as mad, pop the trunk flash a face off
Ni*ga you ain't met T-Raw, hit the bass so hard
Got b*tches taken it off, I can't f*ck wit she too tall

Got a b*tch dat play ball, found the pu*sy I charge
Make that a*s applaud, i don't cuff it like the law
I fly a b*tch to milan, she don't know what I'm on
I play the game so crazy, she thinking this sh*t soft

[Hook]
Reel em in, wheel em in, like bana white in wheel a fortune
Why you all up in her face, man she thinking that sh*t torture
I I win again win again cuz nig*a I stay scorching
I'm the man man on fire kill the style like abortion

[Chorus]
Uh b*tch I'm the sh*t
Bi-B*tch I'm the sh*t
Bi-B*tch I'm the sh*t
I ain't worried bout sh*t

Bi-B*tch I'm the sh*t
Bi-B*tch I'm the sh*t
I'm on my own sh*t
You don't see my outfit

B*tch I'm ballin ballin ballin ballin ballin
B*-bi-b*tch I'm the sh*t
See me ballin ballin ballin ballin ballin
B*tch I'm the sh*t

[Verse 2]
Man these hoes problems so I f*ck em never call em
But I love love black woman and they love whats in my wallet
Got got gold on in dis frozen C
That last king move over, Talkin loud like my molder
You want some scary sh*t like october HAHA

Take a seat have a soda why you staring over your shoulda
You good man we don't want ya
And you faker than willy wonka
Real sh*t I told you, new styles I showed ya
Got green like its a locust, why you on my bumper I'm focused

[Hook]
Reel em in, wheel em in, like bana white in wheel a fortune
Why you all up in her face, man she thinking that sh*t torture
I I win again win again cuz nig*a I stay scorching
I'm the man man on fire kill the style like abortion

[Chorus]
Uh b*tch I'm the sh*t
Bi-B*tch I'm the sh*t
Bi-B*tch I'm the sh*t
I ain't worried bout sh*t

Bi-B*tch I'm the sh*t
Bi-B*tch I'm the sh*t
I'm on my own sh*t
You don't see my outfit

B*tch I'm ballin ballin ballin ballin ballin
B*-bi-b*tch I'm the sh*t
See me ballin ballin ballin ballin ballin
B*tch I'm the sh*t