Maybe Lyrics & Chords By Tyga

Bitch I'm the shit
Bi-bitch I'm the shit
Repeat it to yo bitch, tell yo bitch I'm the shit
I'm so dis-disrespectful, ask them bitches that you next to
Prolly hit it if I met you,
I don't remember none of ya'll names
This ain't legal in yo' state
This that firearm, that cherry bomb, I light it in yo face.
Mr. Eddison, I put it on
That jury in my state, now your vision gone.
My bad my dog, I'm sippin on that case
Might go corozone my face
So Watch yo step nigga, what you deaf nigga, don't you ever greet me with yo fuckin left nigga
All tinted it up, I can spot you way quicka
I'm in that fasion district polo fuckin hilfiger.
Yeah
Maybe you some bullshit and I talk that real shit
I'm bout to hit that kill switch and burn this bitch like chile
I'm illa-est so evident, I just threw my evidence.
In the crowd I don't give a shit, too many people just got them tips.
I'm hoggin, slim skinny nigga dope ballin
Pay cash for the cashmere ralph lauren carlton
Your just a square in the office
Arils I'm a need agent I'm spading
Big donky butt
She can be my target
I pinned the tail
I did it well
Well done
So applaud me
This beat got me jogging
Easy for a cave man
I'm inline you talkin
Cooler than my ray bans
Darker shades "rain man"
Get the cash rain man
Killa j's "space jam"
The motherfuckin son of sam
Ughhh
Pull up in the all white ice box
Hottest out the sweat shop
Pull a bear mink out
Ugh
Nigga
I'm the motherfuckin truth
You ain't noticed what I do
You don't do this how I do
I be rollin 3x coupe
That's that BM-Dub 6 coupe
Yeah I got that photoproof
Photobooth no photoshop
Red Beans I'm Superhot
Wait Till MY Album Drops
Nigga