1K - Shit List Lyrics

No cap, couple of you niggas on my shit list
Get a nigga smoked so quick just gotta breathe in
Gotta travel the world, I'm tryna see shit
Having so much motion on the boat got me sea sick
Take a step back, bitch, with all that cheap lick
She want me eat, bitch, I ain't eatin' fish sticks
Said I'm lyin, but you're wear it if the shoe fits
Got her actin' clueless, you already knew this
Shit talkin, you ain't know I really do this
Auntie stay out Durham, Carolina, got like two pits Took me out the country, lawn chairs and toothpicks
Man, that dog so tight and it do tricks
Not gon lie only ride with them sticks and stones
Scan the whole spot before I strike like a f*ckin' drone
Tweaked out, bruh, tryna act like he never flown
I got cuz so high, he ain't goin' home
Only a couple of these niggas can kick at my spot The purpose is all these others be makin' it hot
I don't diss niggas, know what they not
If you out here sippin' Trish, better know what you drop
Nigga
You a pussy, heard you stop for the cops It's a two-man move, we like Franklin and Chop
Whip look brand new, it just came out the shop Jerry Springer, freak bitch, tryna take off her top
No hat, used to window shop when niggas was broke Burnin' bread like it's nothin, like I turned it to toast
I got head from a bitch that I didn't even know
How the f*ck she makin' money, she was stuffin' her throat Bitch
Bout to put the rap game in a headlock
Why these niggas thinkin' that they hard, cause they dreads locked
I know me some niggas that be throwin' them hands up And I know some niggas that gon' tweak with a handgun
Shit plug nigga, put it in my mailbox Why the f*ck these niggas so surprised that I ran off
Geek to serve a nigga, told him that I wasn't home Learned his lesson, you should really stick to handoffs
Caught a quick flight, chillin' out San Juan Smokin' like shit, whatever, I got my hands on
Every tat on my body, that's the shit that I stand on I be hustlin' the silence got the shit on my left arm