Bitch I'm the shit, B-Bitch I'm the shit (you know it)

Bitch I'm the shit, B-Bitch I'm the shit (Tyga)

Bitch I'm the shit, B-Bitch I'm the shit

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

I'm so dis-disrespectful

Ask them bitches that you next to

Prolly hit it if I met you

I don't remember none of y'all names

This ain't legal in yo' state

This that fire arm, that cherry balm

I light in yo' face

Mr. Edison, I put it on

That jewelry in my safe, now yo' vision gone, my bad my dawg

I'm sippin' on that case, Michael Kohrs on my face, so watch yo' step nigga

What, you deaf, nigga?

Don't you ever greet me with yo' fuckin' left nigga

All, all tinted up

I can spot you way quicker

I'm in the fashion district

Polo, fuck that Hilfiger

Yeah

Maybe you some bullshit

And I talk that real shit

I'm bout' to hit that kill switch

And burn this bitch like chili

I'm ill, and it's so evident

I just threw my evidence

In the crowd, I don't give a shit

Too many people just got them tips

I'm hoggin'

Slim, skinny nigga doe, ballin'

Pay cash for the cashmere, Ralph Lauren, Carlton

You're just a square in the office

Arlis, I'mma need a agent, I'm Spalding

Bi-Big donkey butt (butt)

She could be my target

I pinned the tail, I did it well, well done, so applaud me

This beat got me joggin'

Easy for a caveman

I'm inline, you talkin'

Cooler than my Ray-Bans

Darker shades, rain man

Get the cash, rain man

Killa' J's, Space Jam

The muthafuckin' Son of Sam (uh)

Pull up in that all white ice box

Hottest out the sweat shop

Polar bear, mink out

Nigga, I'm the muthafuckin' truth

You ain't notice what I do

You don't do this how I do

I be rollin', 3 X 2

That's that BM-Dub 6 Coupe

Yeah, I got that photoproof

Photobooth, no photoshop

Red beans, I'm super hot

Wait till my album drops

Nigga

I'm through