House Shit

Lyrics

[Intro: TUT] Hey, hey Tiggi I'm gone do this one like we used to Ya know, freestyle, no hook Robby Fresh in the building But fuck that, now I'm a start [Verse 1: TUT] Oh, salutation bitches It's the same nigga, ain't shit changed My Goodwoods stay dangling, them shits soundin' like chump change I mingling with her, and, if I ain't really feeling on girl game I take her back for something else, they call this shit the store exchange And I'm taking what's mine, like I'm at an airport at baggage claim Flying, House be the team bitch, now what game she tryna play We was somewhere in the forest, with them bitches foreign, that Alizée And they so exquisite, they saying shit like, lets drink this weed and smoke this drank Whiling out with Robby Fresh, she cranky, she can't even text Playing 2k on the game-set, shorty talking shit what you expect? While Zay at home having butt-sex, and I get a text from this chick I met Talking bout she tryna chill for a little bit, I'm thinking [?] I said okay, you can come through She gave me head, it was kinda cool She told me that I had good dick I said girl you said a whole mouthful I lost her number and forgot her name New year ain't shit changed I know I'm wrong, I'm a crying shame But tell me ya'll ain't forget the name It's that introduction and you need it I don't think so, but just in case though I go by the name of Kevin Adams My flow is random, I'm pretty handsome I'm ten-toes down like open sandals I really like to think I'm too hot to handle Cause hoes give me something like fucking samples And I just tried em' all like fucking [?] Cause I'm straightforward like my name was Randal Fire on wax, I'm a fucking candle Can't beat TUT, I'm off the fucking handle I keep gettin' high like a fucking trampoling Machine, you a fucking apple And me I'm a Mac like my fucking Apple I keep making hits like a fucking tackle And I got the golden ticket like a fucking raffle Let them niggas talk I don't care about the jibber-jabber Shit I rather make this cake, where the fucking batter? Ain't nobody safe in a room full of daggers and a hand of backstabber, we'll all be Casper, ghost Hiding in the plane fuck riding, coach Right now I'm really on this pot, roast And I don't mean to brag but, nigga I'm the shit and I'm pretty, GOAT