Yeah, I'm the shit
Yeah, yeah, I'm the shit
Yeah, yeah, I'm the shit
Yeah, yeah, I'm the shit
Yeah, yeah, I'm the shit
Yeah, yeah, I'm the shit
Yeah, yeah, I'm the shit
I should have Febreze on me
I got two L's like Pelle
Clip ya like LA, Lake'em
ISIL, I'mma bring home the bacon
You ain't from Kingston
You are Ja-faking
You take her and make up
I mess up her makeup
She started with an A-cup
Put some D's on it
Yeah, I'm the shit
I should have Febreze on me
Take her back street
And I put some P's on it
Just left the Gucci store
All I got is G's on me
Yeah, I'm the shit
Yeah, yeah, I'm the shit
Yeah, yeah, I'm the shit
I should have Febreze on me
Yeah, I'm the shit
I should have Febreze on me
My slangatory self-explanatory
Have my man step your mans
Man got you mandatory
Tell her lift it in her ankle for me
Real niggas in danger
Need a fucking container
When I open it up
I can't fucking contain it
I've got ten toes on the pavement
So why you fucking complaining?
Watch mad at my bracelet
My bracelet mad at my chain
Chain mad at my pinky
So I can't wear no earrings, 2 Chainz
Yeah, I'm the shit
I should have Febreze on me