Luv My Sh*t
[Hook]
You know I got em
I'm a fuckin problem
Because these bitches love my shit
Because these bitches love my shit
Because these bitches love my shit
[Verse 1]
Let's get it poppin lets go
My shit the hardest they know
Don't get me started I'll get retarded
And killin ya'll is my M.O
I don't get along with fake bitches on me
My kicks will stomp them real slow
Put they ass in a box I been a problem
If they ass get to talking they hoes
Can't see these snakes all my friends is Medusa
All my old squad act like a new one
Gettin no love when I show up
Fuck em all it's Karma Sutra
All this shit and that shit bout shit that's gon happen
Lil vato eso no me gusta
They say no hablo when they see el diablo
Its glory to God Hallelujah
[Hook]
You know I got em
I'm a fuckin problem
Because these bitches love my shit
Because these bitches love my shit
Because these bitches love my shit
You know I got em (got em)
I'm a fuckin problem (problem)
Because these bitches love my shit
(Love my shit)
Because these bitches love my shit
(They love my shit)
Because these bitches love my shit
(You know it)
[Verse 2]
They don't understand me, they don't understand me
But they be quick to go talkin shit about me
I just be chillin smoking Maui
They believe in the rumors but they doubt me
So I just believe in myself
Believe it or not never needed no help
I could feature someone else
But these bitches wet when I sing it myself
Watch me give these women what they want
I'll have to give her the business off the clock
She call me hubby material so if I cuff up her wrist it'll feel like Audemars
Feel like Audemars post up the picture she killin all the broads
She fantasizing bout being the wifey it happen every time she hearing all my songs
She like it loud when she put me on
But she don't like none of your shit
Look like she learning to pogo the way that she jump on the dick
She said I act like a single muthafuckin son of a bitch
I said, "No you got kids I'm a single-mother fucking son of a bitch"
She rubbin my arms down
She into gunplay
These bitches posting me as MCM and it ain't even monday
So cold that my wrist froze like a cupcake
And the only way to keep her warm is by making a fucktape
Lights, camera, action my camera snappin
She wanna steal a few hearts on the gram
Head shots body shots
Only a few DMs and she sayin I be her man
I used to want your respect trying to prove i'm the hardest emcee on the beat
But these panties keep dropping when bitches find out that I sing R&B
[Hook]
You know I got em
I'm a fuckin problem
Because these bitches love my shit
Because these bitches love my shit
Because these bitches love my shit
You know I got em (got em)
I'm a fuckin problem (problem)
Because these bitches love my shit
(Love my shit)
Because these bitches love my shit
(They love my shit)
Because these bitches love my shit
(You know it)