Fetti Cash - On My Sh*t Lyrics
On My Sh*t(I mean when I said I was gonnatear the f*cking streets upand I was gonna do my thingI'ma bout this paperdon't doubt me hatersI can only do me)(Verse):I'm smooth as a dove getting money like rich porter in his primeWatching out for slimes tryna beat me for a dimeI don't kick rhymes or raps I kick true factsPlus I keep a few racks, brickstacksAnd a mack in a bag, don't make me pull it outCause that will be yo a** I try to give n*ggas the one onBut they don't want thatThey know I'm nice with hands yall can call me the boxerI'm even nicer with the box blade just call me oxerCause from your brows to your chin doctorSha bang sha boom I just laced ya and threw salt in the woundI will kill you chumps dead before I let you defeat meI'm in the streets hard body and I be doing meI'm a G with mad respect and you can check my recordFetti Cash brickstack I'm about that paper (owwww)(chorus 2x):I'm on my brickstack ishhYou know I stay fresh thats just that brickstack ishhPockets stay fat thats just that brickstack ishhYou haters still hating and I'm brickstack'n(Verse 2): Gold FishCrying on the outside, smiling in the insideReal n*ggas gon ride represent websideI remember one time the judge try to hurt my prideI'm immune to the word play can't hurt my mindTalking bout the foul play hustle hard all daySaid my conduct was disclosed caught me in the hallwayKeep the stash in the door way driving down the parkwayGot my jews on cause today look like a dark dayI wonder why people think quick sand will make you sinkSwitch up your wig but you gotta change the way you thinkDamn dog they say you poor can't pay attentionYou skip class the case ask you missed a lessonThe streets will keep stressing in the hood all day stuckFeeling depressed cause you coming up short with luckI tell you what keep your chin up be a little humbleTouch down field goal with no fumble(chorus 2x)(Verse 3): R DotIts a new day but what the future is coming toWe gotta consider our brains the new pistolsIf you moving fast then the world might trip youHow you gonna be a king if the crown don't fit youStressed out everyday I got too many issuesIt might be tears of sweat just hand me a tissueRent come first before them people evict youSilence and fif thats the same sh*t we plead toIt gotta be shots fired before I bleedN*ggas better bow down n*gga before I leaveIts just straight talk n*gga truthfullyI shoot first n*gga nobody shoot for meI break down doors n*gga and I take those keysThen move out of state and put miles on V'sI do this for my family I got mouths to feedI got a gun on my purses and trouserees(chorus fade)
