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Shiftin lyrics by Nino Breeze

Intro
Lord, ayy

Verse 1
DOP to DOC, stood on ten, I’m free, OG
Guarantee if he know me, then he been shoppin’, COD
In the city, be low-key, but act a fool when I’m OT
If it ain’t a bad bitch, I got that tooly on my seat
With that Gucci on my feet, with that Lucci on repeat
Valet bring me the keys, I know groupies on the Jeep
Put your coochie on my teeth
Only if you’re brown-skinned and knowin’ how
Ain’t no ? jit, I got it
Anything I talk on this rap shit, I’m ‘bout it
Catch me in the trap, I got that black stick beside me
Go to run off ?, get you bodied
Pull up to the party right on ?
Hundred in my pants, rubber band it ?
Graduate to commas, ho, I’m summa cum laude
?
I been flexin’ and finessin’ y’all, Scotty 2 Hotty
Nigga baller blockin’ ‘cause his bitch call me papi
Ain’t my fault you doin’ bad and your drip lookin’ sloppy
Nigga, play the game, do your thing ‘cause they watchin’
No dirеct deposit, bitch, I got it off narcotics
Rubber bandin’ dirty dollars, fill the safе up like a wallet
Pressure came and I was solid and I’m still on ten
All this money floatin’ ‘round, I’m gon’ reel on in, bitch nigga

Interlude
Yeah
Haha, yeah
I’m too swift, all I do is shift
Put jet miles on these motherfuckin’ rental cars
Ain’t made no rap money, but, bitch, I been a star
I’m really like that, nigga, this shit verified, nigga
Yeah, yeah

Verse 2
Where them ? at? I’m lookin’ for ‘em
Where the china man at? I’m lookin’ for him
Where them 448s? I’m lookin’ foreign
Thousand-eight, thirty-six, I’m lookin’ for ‘em
Tell a nigga rich soon as I fell off in this bitch
? on my neck, big-ass bezel on my wrist
They say it’s levels to this shit
Don’t forget to use your hands
You know ? Superman, his bro the same thing
Been fuckin’ hoes and bringin’ pressure since I left the chain gang
Forgiato change lanes, I can’t do the plain jane
Dropped a bag and told the jeweler make my shit go bling-bling
Audemars Piguet, huh, water on my neck, hey
? on the block, huh? I be on a jet, nigga
You at 1975, I ? ‘bout that check
I cop designer, book her flights, that’s just to keep that pussy wet
You see me fuckin’ up the kitchen, hit that bitch and make a mess
If you can’t buy them bitches, ho, don’t hit my phone, don’t waste your breath
? clean that’s on my feet, leave residue, I take a step
Whole hundred, nothin’ less, last real nigga left
Dead