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Haiti Babii - This That Shit Ft Jackboy Lyrics

[Intro]
Ooh, ooh, ooh
The Mekanix

[Chorus: Haiti Babii]
This that shit, we pistol totin'
(Ooh)
This that shit, have you slow motion
(Ooh, ooh)
This that shit, make me feel important
Move that shit, you smell so potent
And I don't even know yo' name, but this year I'll make you famous
(Ooh, ooh, ooh)
This year, I'll step my game up, I'll tell you how I came up
And I don't even know yo' name, but this year I'll make you famous
(Ooh, ooh, ooh)
This year, I'll step my game up, I'll tell you how I came up

[Verse 1: Jackboy]
This ain't no Corvette, nah baby girl, this a Lamborghini
I'm ridin' 'round with a Drac', I'm bout to pull up and fuck on Kiki
I be like "Baby", fuck if you riding
I don't need yo' love, I got this guap right beside me
'Cause I got a couple pistol totes, that nigga play, we stick 'em up
I might just have to be the one to hit 'em up
Make the paramedics come pick him up
Soul out his body, he giving up
Might double back and finish 'em
Stamp a nigga, I'm sending 'em
Let these shots off, at least ten of 'em
Plus ten of them, plus ten of them
Hit your block, I'm spinnin' 'em, uh
(Ooh)
Fuck [?], who friends with 'em?
(Ooh)
Fuck his thot then send her back to live with him
(Ooh, ooh)
Got a thirty [?], she at the crib with 'em
All I know is stack them Benjamins
It don't take too much for me to shit on him
Yeah throwing shade but I still got lead on him
Diamonds sitting too hard, I can't fit in
(Ooh)
I done came too far, I can't give in
Steady dropping hits, knock it out the park, in the booth I don't do no missing
(Ooh, ooh)
I done got your bitch, I done broke her heart, young nigga ain't got no feelings
(Ooh)
You ain't come see me when I was in prison, so you can't be a part of my vision
[Chorus: Haiti Babii]
This that shit, we pistol totin'
This that shit, have you slow motion
This that shit, make me feel important
Move that shit, you smell so potent
And I don't even know yo' name, but this year I'll make you famous
(Ooh, ooh)
This year, I'll step my game up, I'll tell you how I came up

[Verse 2: Haiti Babii]
Nigga if it came down to the bread, what would you do?
Would you spend a hundred bands on some strippers? Tell the truth
You niggas is rapping lies, boy you fucking up the youth
They sayin' that I'm too negative, I'm teaching them to shoot
You claiming, your the opposite, but you don't got no common sense
Money make the world go 'round, what do you suppose?
Spending every dollar, breakin' pockets for a ho
Say what you want, but if you knew, I know they need it
I had you seeded, that's the reason I'm misconceited
(Ooh)
My life impleaded, I didn't wanna [?] defeatist
(Ooh)
I feel versatile, God gifted me with a curse
(Ooh)
I won't ever stop, until my heart stop beating
[Chorus: Haiti Babii]
This that shit, we pistol totin'
This that shit, have you slow motion
This that shit, make me feel important
Move that shit, you smell so potent
And I don't even know yo' name, but this year I'll make you famous
(Ooh, ooh)
This year, I'll step my game up, I'll tell you how I came up

[Outro: Haiti Babii]
No, I don't even know yo' name (Yo name)
And I don't even know yo' name (Yo name)