Fetti Cash - On My Sh*t Şarkı Sözleri

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(I mean when I said I was gonna
tear the f*cking streets up
and I was gonna do my thing
I'ma bout this paper
don't doubt me haters
I can only do me)

(Verse):
I'm smooth as a dove getting money like rich porter in his prime
Watching out for slimes tryna beat me for a dime
I don't kick rhymes or raps I kick true facts
Plus I keep a few racks, brickstacks
And a mack in a bag, don't make me pull it out
Cause that will be yo a** I try to give n*ggas the one on
But they don't want that
They know I'm nice with hands yall can call me the boxer
I'm even nicer with the box blade just call me oxer
Cause from your brows to your chin doctor
Sha bang sha boom I just laced ya and threw salt in the wound
I will kill you chumps dead before I let you defeat me
I'm in the streets hard body and I be doing me
I'm a G with mad respect and you can check my record
Fetti Cash brickstack I'm about that paper (owwww)

(chorus 2x):
I'm on my brickstack ishh
You know I stay fresh thats just that brickstack ishh
Pockets stay fat thats just that brickstack ishh
You haters still hating and I'm brickstack'n

(Verse 2): Gold Fish
Crying on the outside, smiling in the inside
Real n*ggas gon ride represent webside
I remember one time the judge try to hurt my pride
I'm immune to the word play can't hurt my mind
Talking bout the foul play hustle hard all day
Said my conduct was disclosed caught me in the hallway
Keep the stash in the door way driving down the parkway
Got my jews on cause today look like a dark day
I wonder why people think quick sand will make you sink
Switch up your wig but you gotta change the way you think
Damn dog they say you poor can't pay attention
You skip class the case ask you missed a lesson
The streets will keep stressing in the hood all day stuck
Feeling depressed cause you coming up short with luck
I tell you what keep your chin up be a little humble
Touch down field goal with no fumble

(chorus 2x)

(Verse 3): R Dot
Its a new day but what the future is coming to
We gotta consider our brains the new pistols
If you moving fast then the world might trip you
How you gonna be a king if the crown don't fit you
Stressed out everyday I got too many issues
It might be tears of sweat just hand me a tissue
Rent come first before them people evict you
Silence and fif thats the same sh*t we plead to
It gotta be shots fired before I bleed
N*ggas better bow down n*gga before I leave
Its just straight talk n*gga truthfully
I shoot first n*gga nobody shoot for me
I break down doors n*gga and I take those keys
Then move out of state and put miles on V's
I do this for my family I got mouths to feed
I got a gun on my purses and trouserees

(chorus fade)