Shit Remix Lyrics - Future

[Hook: Future] 

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: Drake] 

Took niggas out the hood like I'm from there 

So you know it's all good when I come there 

I hear you talk about your city like you run that 

And I brought my tour to your city, you my son there nigga 

But I had to come through for the remix 

On my haven't done a verse in 8 weeks shit 

And if a nigga say my name, he the hot shit 

But if I say the nigga name, he still the hot shit 

Fucked up, lucky I don't feed into the gossip 

Niggas act like they don't know, but they should know 

Yeah, I just think it's funny how they dangling the bait 

But I'm the one that's killing niggas on the hooks though 

And niggas ain't got a grill, still ice grill hating 

I know y'all already know Mike Will Made It 

Just looking at the numbers, nigga, I feel amazing 

I call Michael Jordan up and Mike will make it 

I'm the young rap nigga with the 'Melo deal 

You need to come to OVO for a better deal 

Just know a million ain't shit once you get a mill 

And niggas say it's all good, that's how you better feel 

Nigga nah, fuck that, this year I'm talking big stuff 

Rolling through the city like a young nigga bricked up 

Fuck niggas gon' be fuck niggas 

That's why we never give a fuck when a fuck nigga switched up 

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[Hook: Future] 

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 2: Juicy J] 

If money talk then your pockets ain't saying shit 

I'm in the bathroom getting head from your bitch 

And I ain't paying her shit 

You want beef? You don't know who you playing with 

I tell my pilot to land the jet 

I'm hopping off, get 'em, we popping off 

Give a click and you niggas dead where you standing at 

I'm just a trippy nigga smoking on cabbage 

Your money funny like Jim Carrey 

I got bitches that's super bad like Halle 

And we still keeping that white like Barry 

I'm a rich nigga, still keep a pistol with me 

Nigga you ain't fuckin' with a picture of me 

I got all this cake and shooters with me 

Just in case you pussy niggas try to get you a piece 

What it is my nigga, what is hidden for 

Where the car you were whippin in the video 

Where is the ice at, where is them pretty hoes 

You are far from a real nigga, you already know 

Broke ass niggas I can't stand them 

I hit 'em with the cannon 

I buying out the mall at random 

Juicy J that nigga is fresh to death 

Smoke till there is nothing left 

Bail off and then I'm ghost in my Phantom 

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[Hook: Future] 

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