Yeah, yeah, I'm the shit
Yeah, yeah, I'm the shit
Yeah, yeah, I'm the shit
Yeah, yeah, I'm the shit
Yeah, yeah, I'm the shit
Yeah, yeah, I'm the shit
Yeah, yeah, I'm the shit
I should have Febreze on me

I got to L's like Pelle, clip ya like La, Lake'em
I still love my bring on the bacon
You ain't from Kingston, you are Ja-faking
You take her and make up, I mess up her makeup
She started with an acre, put some D's on it
Yeah, I'm the shit, I should have Febreze on me
Take her back street and I put some P's on it
Just left the Gucci store, all I got is G's on me

Yeah, yeah, I'm the shit
Yeah, yeah, I'm the shit
Yeah, yeah, I'm the shit
Yeah, yeah, I'm the shit
Yeah, yeah, I'm the shit
Yeah, yeah, I'm the shit
Yeah, yeah, I'm the shit
I should have Febreze on me

My slangatory self-explanatory
Have my man step your mans, man got you mandatory
Tell her lift it in her ankle for me
For the hoes in danger, need a fucking container
When I open it up, I can't fucking contain it
I've got ten toes on the pavement so why you fucking complaining?
Watch mad at my bracelet, my bracelet mad at my chain
Chain mad at my pinky so I can't wear no earrings