Future — Shit Remix

[Intro: Future] Oh, you know you ain't got all them guns And you ain't killed nobody yet How many times you shot that muhfucka? Ain't nobody popped up dead Shit! [Hook: 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 [Verse 1: Trae] ? [Verse 3: Meek Mill] Thirty in the clip catch the whole thing Feds know a nigga by his whole name Shoot him in his head for his gold chain You was running ball, we was sellin' cocaine Talkin bout you buyin' bricks, nigga you ain't got shit We was sellin' all them keys, we was like the locksmith Twenty-Five hundred for the red bottoms Balmain five bands for the waist nigga I'm rollin' through my city in a new Rolls Royce Cheif Keef 300 for the Wraith nigga A.K, S.K, H.K nigga, three K's like I hate niggas And I'll put you in your place nigga You got shoebox money I got a safe nigga holdup [Hook: 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 [Verse 3: Jeezy] Made the Forbes and I'm straight up outta projects Still running with them niggas with that work check It go "Brrrrrrrr" with the choppa That's the only way the pussy 'posed to stop ya Pour out a little liquor, one in every got a ghetto Stack a 20 bill, nigga, tall as Carmelo Winter olympic games and the categories caine Bet ya one fuckin' thing, I'll win a gold medal Why ya actin' like a bitch? Lil Jon, my nigga Don't you ever doubt me, I'm like LeBron, my nigga I ain't takin' no shorts, bitch, I hit it with the fork Fuck a wrist game, use my whole arm, my nigga Snowman, bitch, y'all know me Fourth quarter pressure on 'em like Kobe Act like my shit don't stink, pocket feel like a bank Neck lookin' like a 40 ounce of O.E Tell me why my album selling, they ain't murder me yet If they do, bury me in a burgundy 'Vette Talk behind my back, you could hate me all ya want But them same fuck niggas ain't shot shit yet Yeah, you see me on Gangland, as real as it get They just rappin' about it, I was livin' that shit Straight up [Hook: 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 [Bridge: T.I.] This for my niggas when they walk up out the house, they (turn it) Fuck what ya mouth say (turn it, turn it) [Verse 3: T.I.] Fully automatic rifle, 100 round drum on it with a scope I done had that, nigga (Brrrrrrr, stick 'em) I ain't playing with these niggas, just kill 'em, turn it Nigga talk shit, I'll blast that nigga Shoot his ass right in front his homeboys Kill the party, drove off and then stab that nigga Everyone vicinity hear the boy ho noise I'm the Zone 1 king, from a whole one thing Threw a 100 on it, shawty, I was doing my thing You tryna get a million, I done did that Aye, keep it pimpin', keep a ticket where I live at Aye, listen, sucka, I got nothin' for ya but a new coffin I'll shoot you walkin' 'fore you get through talkin', nigga! Catch me walkin' in ya hood, trench coat swingin' Mask on, step up on ya front porch bangin' Them Bankhead niggas, they a muhfucka, ain't they? I'm the realest, richest nigga that you know today famous Catch ya flaggin' in ya hood and ya wanna be a gangsta In ya skinny jeans in arenas entertainin' No matter how you paint it, better see the big picture I'll get ya, nigga, wit' ya, then hit ya nigga! [Hook: 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