You Aint Shit - Session

You ain’t shit nigga

You ain’t shit nigga

You ain’t shit nigga

You ain’t shit

I got guns (who don’t?)

I got drugs (who don’t?)

I got cake, I got broads, I got cars (who don’t?)

You ain’t shit nigga

You ain’t shit nigga

You ain’t shit nigga

You ain’t shit

You an unemployed rapper

You all talk like a voice actor

I make my move, and think about the choice after

Snatched ya bitch, cause I can make her moist faster

Do my du', then slide her to my boys after, you have to

Play basketball, for selling crack?

You soft and can’t rap at all

I got Jurassic jaws

Spittin classic bars

Faggots y’all

Bitch niggas acting hard

We don’t need no raps involved, this shit is enough

Only dimes I drop are the bitches I fuck

This isn’t luck, it’s here on hard work

We all got an IM WORTH MILLIONS 3XL shirt

God works in mysterious ways

So I’m grindin and riding until we get paid

(With that said?)

Drop the beat I got something to say

Fuck that nigga that killed Carl Blaze

Ayo Session, worth millions, I’m bout to make it all

You like second week sales, 'bout to take a fall

Then keep me on my toes talkin bout the haters, y’all

On my dick, that last bit of piss, tryna shake him off

Break him off with a lil' sum’n sum’n

Hit you with a honeycomb, here’s something buzzing

Spit some hellfire, and think nothing of it

Like best friends swearing they related, you frontin cousin

If you don’t see, then I’ll be serving you

You serving me?

(???)

Parle vous francais?

Champagne if you ain’t heard me through

High class taste, but still just a dirty dude

I’ll murder you dog, the flow’s insane

I bring heat, so when it’s supposed to snow it rains

Fucking lames, I don’t care if you mad at me

The only thing dying is your cell phone battery