Mike WiLL Made-It — SHiT RMX

[Hook: Future]x2 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: Diddy] I ain't tryna hear a whole bunch of that shit About how many bodies you caught My niggas is real thug niggas Them real niggas dont talk Worldstar niggas get caught Wavin' all them guns at the cameras Dumbass nigga you ain't bout to shoot shit You dont do shit, you just think its 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 hear frontin' A 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 its all fab to somebody that Why you movin' round with your ho? You ain't even stickin' to the code You dont even represent the life right Pussy niggas sleeping with a night light Coming for your head like fight night Get anything done for the right price, boy! (Bad Boy) [Hook: Future] [Verse 2: ScHoolby Q] Frontin' like you really on that bullshit Gun em' down, make a motherfucker do a full flip, tip tip Nigga really, really on that crip shit Bisquick, whip, whip, whip, nigga move it Got the tool and get a piece, Imma use it Nigga rutheless, leave a chop nigga toothless, tellem smoochies (yawk, yawk) Got that white girl, get a tan when I ice her, Arm and Hammer Mixin' venom like a viper, want to buy her I'm the nigga with the fire since a minor Now I'm major, with the paper coppin' acres overseas like a sailor You a hater and your daddy in the same boat You a busta, where your chain go? Pour syrup on my Eggo, 4 liters for the 8 tho, to the face now the day slow Yous a fruity little rainbow, real nigga call me Django 50 seconds [?] shootin' halos Every pocket got a bank roll I don't think you really understand me Groovy Q'll get the nose candy [Verse 3: Future] Bought the ho a hunned pair of red bottoms Thats a quarter milly on a hand job my nigga Blllll stick'em fuck you and every nigga came witcha Gone put a nigga on a picture Gone put a nigga on a t-shirt Back in the day when a nigga sell dope I'mma slap your daddy allofdem put'em in a hole Glock 40 whooo My ambitions as a rider Sipping on lean getting higher Nigga im a codein buyer No you ain't no foreign whip driver Shoutout to the shooters and the shooters only You never walk around with alot of money Bundles falling all out your pocket When you hit'em 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: Future]