Did It On'em

Shitted on ‘em.
Man, I just shitted on ‘em.
Shitted on ‘em (Put-put-put ya number twos in the air if you did it on ‘em.)
Shitted on ‘em.
Man, I just shitted on ‘em.
Shitted on ‘em (Put-put-put ya number twos in the air if you did it on ‘em.)

Jordie ‘bout to take this over,
You can give it a chomp, chomp like my name was rover,
Peanut to the butter, and I’m licking it a lot,
Candy paint got that drip drip drip drip drip drop,
Headed past the stop light, no I won’t stop,
And you better pray that you ain’t no cop,
If I’m in your city, I’m working with scales,
And when I leave, I leave with fresh blood trails.

[SB: That was a earthquake, bitch!] Shitted on ‘em.
[You felt the ground shake, right!] Man, I just shitted on ‘em.
[You bitches ain’t fuckin’ wit’ her!] Shitted on em’. (Put-put-put ya number twos in the air if you did it on ‘em.)
[You musta lost yo’ fuckin’ mind!] Shitted on ‘em.
[You musta bumped yo’ fuckin’ head!] Man, I just shitted on ‘em.
[You crazy, stupid, ugly, monkey-lookin’ BITCHES!] Shitted on ’em. (Put-put-put ya number twos in the air if you did it on ‘em.)

Uh, yo...
And it’s going down! Fish about to fry,
Tear drops down the cheeks like I gotta cry!
And you’re like yo, who you fuckin’ wit’, new guy?
And I fuckin’ wit’ everyone like I’m Bi!
(T-t-t-t-t-t) Top seller,
Everybody want a taste of this here vanilla,
Less you deaf dumb blind, Helen Kellar,
Just ask the bitches that I got chained in the cellar.

[I don’t know what layaway look like!] Shitted on ‘em.
[Bitch, I can’t even SPELL “welfare”!] Man, I just shitted on ‘em.
[You got me mistaken wit’ yo mother, ho!] Shitted on ‘em.
[You bitches at the bottom of the totem pole!] (Put-put-put ya number twos in the air if you did it on ‘em.)
[We at the top, bitch! She fly!] Shitted on ‘em.
[Louis Vuitton every day, bitch!] Man, I just shitted on ‘em.
[Gucci, we don’t fuck wit’ it, it’s too cheap, mu’fucka!] Shitted on ‘em.
[You bitches... ah, man!] (Put-put-put ya number twos in the air if you did it on ‘em.)


I done got two fingers up,
Shit be getting wetter than a red plastic cup,
Six shot, seven foot throw that shit up,
While I’m in the back not giving a fuck.
You’ve heard Barbie, well this is Ken,
And I’m even bitchier because I’m into men
-STRAUL, I goes harder than a minstrel!
So, bitch you better double pad it,
‘Cause I’ve done motherfuckin’ had it.
Coming up to me, talking to me?
What the fuck, bitch, you don’t know me!
I’m a motherfuckin’ celebrity!
And when I hit it, I hit it like pavement,
See these motherfuckin’ chains? Enslavement.
This city? I motherfuckin’ paved it.
Streets of gold, you better save it.

[You nappy headed son-of-a-bitches!] Shitted on’em.
[I’ma throwin’ Just For Me perms at your heads!] Man, I just shitted on ‘em.
[I’ma get the kid version!] Shitted on ‘em.
[The kid version. Cause y’al bitches kids!] (Put-put-put ya number twos in the air if you did it on ‘em.)
[Wit’ you little nappy-headed hoes runnin’ around! Yeah!] Shitted on ‘em
[“Just For Meeee!” You know it!] Man, I just shitted on ‘em.
[Yeah, ho! You know it! Just For Me perm, in yo’ head, when we see you! Ow!] Shitted on ‘em.
(Put-put-put ya number twos in the air if you did it on ‘em.)