Zalea - The $h!t Lyrics

Young Zalea out the city, yeah im coming up
All these niggas want is pussy, I aint giving up
Rule number one, know you ain't owe a nigga shit
Rule number two, stay chasing money 'stead of dick (ugh)
Rule number three, go get your ass a degree
Nothing in life is promised so you need a plan B
Except me
Im killing it with the trees, see me in the streets and Im prolly dripping Steeze (whats up)
Island girl on the mic, you it know it slaps bitch
I'm getting paper
Drinks with no chaser, watch me rack this
I'm more than an average
Born as a savage
Always had a mouth on me
I think it's an advantage

Bitch Im the shit, why you messing with the clique
You hoes wanna throw hands but Imma ko you my wit
My wordplay sick, bitch I told you Im the shit
Wanna knock me down, but you aint messing with ish

I really didn't plan this
It fell into my hands and
I fell in love with music
Not looking back i'm going beast mode nigga
Wrote a couple hits don't need no feature
Boutta write another, i'm the new wave preacher
Did it on my own, never need no teacher
I'm not cocky, I just don't think you can stop me
No's not in my vocabulary, this shit is not a hobby
Got a problem you can meet me in the lobby
But you bitches probably won't
Only tough shit when you texting on ya phones
Back in elementary you hoes was writing notes
Won't talk to me irl unless they snort a line coke

Bitch Im the shit, why you messing with the clique
You hoes wanna throw hands but Imma ko you my wit
My wordplay sick, bitch I told you Im the shit
Wanna knock me down, but you aint messing with ish

I can't sit still, not for no for a minor bill
I wanna fix my crooked teeth with a diamond grill
I just flex on you lames, with designer yuh
Homies only club, AZ gang, we got it (yuh)
I run this town, run this shit like nike
All you rappers flow sharks, steady tryna bite me
This city is my ring now, tell me why you tryna fight me
Hate to tell you homie but your jabs is looking dicey
Man Im up, up and feeling hyphy (yuh)
My boy love me, love me wanna wife me (yuh)
Niggas like it, like when I act fiesty (yuh)
If I look mad, well bitch I just might be (yuh)

Bitch Im the shit, why you messing with the clique
You hoes wanna throw hands but Imma ko you my wit
My wordplay sick, bitch I told you Im the shit
Wanna knock me down, but you aint messing with ish

My musics dope and my weed is hella loud
Yz be that nigga, the world is picking out the crowd
"Damn that shorty fire tho"
"Where she been bro, idk"
"Aint she suicidal tho?'
Not today, my hands are full
Full stomach, but you know that I be hungry
Keep my eyes focused, tunnel vision on this money
Run up on a hoe, cause she looking at me funny
Cash me outside, and imma cut ya in tummy
Nah Im playing, I don't condone violence
Rather shut my mouth and put my ass on silent
Swear when I get aggresive
You in for something interesting
Burn down this whole city, with the fire that I'm setting