Letra I'm the shit Moneybagg Yo

I'm the shit

Turn me up YC
(Turn me up YC)
(Turn me up YC)

I was makin' plays if you ever seen me runnin'
Bud I serve my jay it's gone leave his nose runnin'
Fuck, if murder was the case I'll give my lawyer another hunnid
You can never be too safe, so why your choppa in the trunk?
(Too much lacking)

I let them feel like they got away they just gettin' by
If she say that you the only one that's fuckin', she a lie

Standin' over the stove tryna whip a pie
Bye bye if you ain't try to buy a brick a pound (No hablo English)

Smokin' gettin' a manicure they struggle build my character
70 if I can each year lil' boy get yo carrots up
Wockesha that's all I pour inside my cup, look lavender
Them talkin' ain't stop no money so it ain't affect us
Got enough Cubans on everything I ain't tryna link with no nigga
Ion give a fuck if they had some alchi, I still wouldn't drink with no niggas
Where I'm from you up a hunnid they look at you like that nigga crazy
Just 'cause you told me 'bout bodies, don't mean I believe you my nigga

If you ever seen me runnin', it was prolly off on the plug
She like uhm uhm, boy you toxic, but that's the shit that I love
I'm pulled over with the hazards makin' plays on the e-way
Operation smooth I won't even talk on a prepaid

I was makin' plays if you ever seen me runnin'
Bud I serve my jay it's gone leave his nose runnin'
Fuck, if murder was the case I'll give my lawyer another hunnid
You can never be too safe, so why your choppa in the trunk?
(Too much lacking)

I let them feel like they got away they just gettin' by
If she say that you the only one that's fuckin', she a lie

Standin' over the stove tryna whip a pie
Bye bye if you ain't try to buy a brick a pound (No hablo English)

Pour up the drink, a hunnid pounds and mixin' it
Send the regular OG back, baggin' up exotic packs
Four forty eight plus them 15 grams
You know how much this ten that bag weight
He sent them bills the overweight
Can't stop until I'm overpaid these niggas overrated
Caught a flight he gaspin' like my choppa be chompin' chick-fila
Boss stamped in the middle, I break down a brick a day
Probably charge you clean and 350 for 8

I was makin' plays if you ever seen me runnin'
Bud I serve my jay it's gone leave his nose runnin'
Fuck, if murder was the case I'll give my lawyer another hunnid
You can never be too safe, so why your choppa in the trunk?
(Too much lacking)

I let them feel like they got away they just gettin' by
If she say that you the only one that's fuckin', she a lie

Standin' over the stove tryna whip a pie
Bye bye if you ain't try to buy a brick a pound (No hablo English)