SHE<3IT!

Lyrics for SHE<3IT!

Uh-huh Oh-oh Uh-uh, uh, uh Yeah (shoutout my nigga jack, bitch) She wanna suck me up, yeah She like, "Fuck me up," yeah We got a jet tonight, yeah I'm in her gut, she love it (uh) Alrighty, bitch, I'm the shit If he gettin' boxed, we jug it I ain't tryna fuck her off the rip To be honest, I had that bro sobbin', yeah I got a rule if you buy my shit If you a fan, you can't be my bitch You gotta hate me and think I'm a prick Only way you finna catch this dick All of my hos lookin' angry and pissed It does somethin' to me, don't know what it is She like the sediments on my wrist W-w-wait, Jack, Jack, take out the kick Haha, okay, huh I got some shit you ain't seen in yo' life Most of that shit I just copped outta spite Yeah, these Twitter hos know that they broker than I Two hos want me on two different flights Split them hos and they friends, I do four at a time Or I might split between four different nights I do one every day, but my schedule tight I'm throwin' ice on my neck, needin' ice Chrome Hearts on me, this shit is not light Low-key, I had to take this shit off 'Cause the way that I'm workin', my posture ain't right Pissed, overworkin' on two different lines Need them double entendres to widen they eyes In my neon heart by the end of the week But it's cool, I don't sleep, I'll just do it tonight Uh, uh, huh, I just woke up, it's 7 p.m. Got yo' bitch cryin' in my DMs I just told her that we should be friends I'ma cuff me another BM Green hands like Invader Zim, yeah You drunk on the stick like Kim Got 'em like, "Dammit", they hate when I win, yeah I always get asked to leave, yeah 'Cause I always get asked to speak, yeah Why they hos always ask for me? Yeah Just look at my ass in jeans, yeah Brodie, like, pass the weed, yeah Do I look like a charity? Nah They like, "You bad at rappin'," please Why they hos always come back to me? (Bleh) She wanna suck me up, yeah She like, "Fuck me up," yeah We got a jet tonight, yeah I'm in her gut, she love it (uh) Alrighty, bitch, I'm the shit If he gettin' boxed, we jug it I ain't tryna fuck her off the rip To be honest, I had that bro sobbin', yeah I got a rule if you buy my shit If you a fan, you can't be my bitch You gotta hate me and think I'm a prick Only way you finna catch this dick (here he comes) All of my hos lookin' angry and pissed It does somethin' to me, don't know what it is She like the sediments on my wrist W-w-wait, Jack, Jack, take out the kick Haha, okay, huh Yeah, ISSBROKIE, bitch