Shit Megamix - Mike WiLL Made It, Future

Talking 'bout you popping tags, nigga you ain’t bought shit

Talking bout a hunned bottles, nigga you ain’t popped shit

All you talk nana clips, nigga you ain’t shot shit

Spending money on these hoes, nigga you ain’t fuck shit

Took niggas out the hood like I’m from there

So you know it’s all good when I come there

I hear you talk about your city like you run that

And I brought my tour to your city, you my son there nigga

But I had to come through for the remix

On my haven’t done a verse in 8 weeks shit

And if a nigga say my name, he the hot shit

But if I say the nigga name, he still the hot shit

Fucked up, lucky I don’t feed into the gossip

Niggas act like they don’t know, but they should know

Yeah, I just think it’s funny how they dangling the bait

But I’m the one that’s killing niggas on the hooks though

And niggas ain’t got a grill, still ice grill hating

I know y’all already know Mike Will Made It

Just looking at the numbers, nigga, I feel amazing

I call Michael Jordan up and mike will make it

I’m the young rap nigga with the 'Melo deal

You need to come to OVO for a better deal

Just know a million ain’t shit once you get a mill

And niggas say it’s all good, that’s how you better feel

Nigga nah, fuck that, this year I’m talking big stuff

Rolling through the city like a young nigga bricked up

Fuck niggas gon' be fuck niggas

That’s why we never give a fuck when a fuck nigga switched up

If money talk then your pockets ain’t saying shit

I’m in the bathroom getting head from your bitch

And I ain’t paying her shit

You want beef?

You don’t know who you playing with

I tell my pilot to land the jet

I’m hopping off, get 'em, we popping off

Give a click and you niggas dead where you standing at

I’m just a trippy nigga smoking on cabbage

Your money funny like Jim Carrey

I got bitches that’s super bad like Halle

And we still keeping that white like Barry

I’m a rich nigga, still keep a pistol with me

Nigga you ain’t fuckin' with a picture of me

I got all this cake and shooters with me

Just in case you pussy niggas try to get you a piece

What it is, my nigga?

What it’s hittin' for?

Where the car you were whippin' in the video?

Where is the ice at?

Where is them pretty hoes?

You a fraud, real niggas already know

Broke ass niggas I can’t stand them

I hit 'em with the cannon

I buying out the mall at random

Juicy J that nigga is fresh to death

Smoke till there is nothing left

Bail off and then I’m ghost in my Phantom

Ain’t tryna hear a whole bunch of that (shit) about how many bottles you?

My niggas is real thug niggas, them real niggas don’t talk

Worldstar niggas get caught, waving all them guns at the cameras

?

ass nigga, you ain’t 'bout this true shit, you don’t do shit, you just think

it’s cool shit to move bricks

Real niggas do it cause they got to, I know them real niggas and it’s not you

And if they see your ass 'round here fronting, real shooter be?

and shot you

Man get the fuck out ?, corny ass nigga just talking

Heard about it, read about it, never been around it, but you think you’re so?

Why you moving 'round with your ho, you ain’t even sticking to the code

You don’t even represent the life right, pussy nigga sleeping with a night light

Coming for your head life fight night, I can get anything done for the right

price, boy