Future — Sht Remix 2

[Intro: Diddy] (Ayo, classic shit) Ain't nothin' worse in life than a fuck nigga (Ayo, close the door, turn out the lights, man) Even worse is a fuck bitch We should banish all them niggas, for real Ayo, I wanna dedicate this to ya momma, nigga Ayo, check this out, take that [Bridge: Diddy & (Future) - Repeated throughout song] Da-dee-da-da-da, da-dee-da-da-da, da-dee-da-da-da Ya ya ya ya ya (ya ya ya ya ya) [Hook: Future] Talkin' bout ya poppin' tags, nigga, you ain't bought shit Talkin' bout 100 bottles, nigga, you ain't pop shit All you talk nana clips, nigga, you ain't shot shit Spendin' money on these hoes, nigga, you ain't fuck shit Shit, shit [Verse 1: Diddy] I ain't tryna hear a whole bunch of that (shit) About how many bodies you caught (shit) My niggas is real thug niggas, them real niggas don't talk Worldstar niggas get caught, wavin' all them guns at the cameras Grown ass nigga, you ain't bout to shoot (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 yo' ass round here frontin' Real shooter be somewhere and shot you Man, get the fuck out the booth poppin' that (shit) Corny ass nigga just talkin' that (shit) Heard about it, read about it, never been around it But you think ya soft ass give somebody that (shit) How you movin' round with ya ho? You ain't even stickin' to the code You don't even represent the life right Pussy nigga sleepin' with a night light Comin' for ya head like Fight Night I can get anything done for the right price, boy! (Bad Boy) Take that [Hook] [Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q] Frontin' like you really on that bullshit Gun him down, make a motherfucker do a full flip, chip chip Nigga really really on that Crip shit Bisquick whip, whip, whip, nigga, move it! Got the toolie, yeah, the piece, I'mma use it Nigga ruthless, leave a chump nigga toothless Tell him "smooches", got that white girl Get a tan when I ice her, Arm and Hammer Mixin' venom like a viper, you the buyer I'm the nigga with the fire, you's a minor Now I'm major with the paper, coppin' acres Overseas like a sailor, you a hater And ya daddy in the same boat, you a busta when ya chain go Pourin' syrup on my Eggo, four liters for the eight though To the face, now the day slow, you's a fruity lil' rainbow Real nigga, call me Django, 50 seconds till the say low Wild bucks shootin' halos, every pocket got a bank roll I don't think you really understand me (stand me) Groovy Q ain't keep the nose candy (candy) [Interlude: Diddy] Yeah, man Y'all niggas thought I was dead? Boo, nigga, boo! Boo! I'm here, motherfucker Yeah, take that, tell ya bitch to duck, pow! [Verse 3: Future] Buy the ho 100 pair of red bottoms That's a quarter milli on a hand job, my nigga Brrrrr! Stick'em Fuck you and every nigga came with ya Go and put a nigga on a picture Go and put a nigga on a T-shirt Back in the day when a nigga sell dope I'mma slap your daddy out and then put him in a hole Glock 40, whooo! Turn up, turn up My ambitions as a rider Sippin' on lean, gettin' higher Nigga, I'm a codeine buyer Know you not a foreign whip driver Shout out to the shooters and the shooters only You never walk around with a lot of money Bundles fallin' all out your pocket When you hit him in the head, can you keep a solid? Bulletproof whip, we'll blow it up Like some raw uncut, don't blow it up Represent your gang, nigga, throw it up I don't give a fuck where you at, nigga, throw it up [Hook]