Ain't Got Shit

I ain't got shit for you bitch Not shit, not a damn thing you know that I ain't got shit for you bitch Not shit, not a damn thing yeah know that I ain't got shit for you bitch Not shit, not a damn thing you know that I ain't got shit for you bitch Not shit, not shit, not shit You pull up beep beep On the scene You're the new king Already talkin big tings, it's amusing You better fall back in line little boo-thing Sit your busted crusted dusted ass On your porch swing Sit your busted crusted dusted ass On your porch swing Sit your busted crusted dusted ass On your porch swing Go ahead- Talk in your group chat bout me Lemme spell it out for you, K N O T Z Ima boss, top 10 champion, Olympian ring Just know that I ain't got shit for you No, not a damn thing - yeah know that You know that You make a peep peep little bird No one hears you sing You're lurkin on my profile, that's why you're In the wings You wanna come for my spot, well step into the ring Or jet until you get a little credit and then take your swing Or jet until you get a little credit and then take your swing Or jet until you get a little credit and then take your swing Now what - this song is done don't you see? I wrote a couple verses for you, well- Mostly for me That's your best? Not impressed show me what else can you bring Until then I ain't got shit for you No, not a damn thing- you know that You know that