Shit Show Lyrics – Kodak Black, Veeze

Read the full Shit Show lyrics by Kodak Black, Veeze and Lil Yachty along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Kodak Black’s music, you can also explore Single Again and All Of Us, two other songs by Kodak Black.

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
Bust a NOLA down (Bust it)
Switches on the blickies, hit it, make the motor sound (Hit it)
Make it automatic, Maybach came with a tab, yeah
And them gassing, I get high and pray it’s everlasting (Whatever)
Broke some mama hearts, n!gga tore apart some families, yeah
When I see you, n!gga, it’s gon’ be a s*it show, n!gga
When I see you, n!gga, it’s gon’ be a s*it show
It feel good, in the hood, we call him Brisco
Rob him out his pants, make him dance, n!gga, disco

[Verse 1: Kodak Black & Veeze]
Backing away from smuts, got to be careful who you love
Got to keep it tucked, watching who you give your trust
Three-point-five, stuffed, blunt, huff, huff, huff, puff
Be my ice crushed up, double cup stuffed
Knuck if you buck, n!gga, jump and get mugged
You can look, but don’t touch, baby, unless you trying to fu*k
Soon a n!gga say it’s up, I’ll be right on his butt
N!gga ain’t want to shut up, I sent him right with his bro (Gang, gang, gang)

[Verse 2: Veeze]
How a n!gga say it’s up? He outside without no gun (Bah, bah)
Baby want to see my sauce, I say she must be on hard drügs
I go to the mall with twenty-thousand, ain’t even have the s*it I want
Ain’t even get drunk, he bring that wockhard back, he got it

[Chorus: Kodak Black & Lil Yachty]
Bust a NOLA down (Bust it)
Switches on the blickies, hit it, make the motor sound (Hit it)
Make it automatic, Maybach came with a tab, yeah
And them gassing, I get high and pray it’s everlasting (Whatever)
Broke some mama hearts, n!gga tore apart some families, yeah
When I see you, n!gga, it’s gon’ be a s*it show, n!gga
When I see you, n!gga, it’s gon’ be a s*it show
It feel good, in the hood, we call him Brisco
Rob him out his pants, make him dance, n!gga, disco (It’s us)

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
Ain’t back and forth with none of these n!ggas, these boys be piss poor
Slipping and sliding, s*it get violent, I’m trying to hit a ho’ (Brr)
All of my hoes be teamed up, I move like Derrick Rose (Brr)
I’ll beef with the IRS, I don’t beef with no n!gga who break down bowls (Brr)
Paid twenty-five thousand on phones, my dog keep getting sent straight to the hole
I’ll fu*k a b!tch, nut in her soul, primetime, beat up the role
D!ckriding, n!ggas is hoes, b!tch, slap her head up his ho’
If it’s up, it’ll not make it in post (Right, right)
N!ggas want me broke, n!ggas want me dead (Right, right)
B!tch, I put you on, don’t let it go to your head (Right, right)
That wocky felt like floor, I still ain’t seen a bed (Right, right)
I’m quick to cut a ho’ head, it’s us, I ain’t never said

[Chorus: Kodak Black]
Bust a NOLA down (Bust it)
Switches on the blickies, hit it, make the motor sound (Hit it)
Make it automatic, Maybach came with a tab, yeah
And them gassing, I get high and pray it’s everlasting (Whatever)
Broke some mama hearts, n!gga tore apart some families, yeah
When I see you, n!gga, it’s gon’ be a s*it show, n!gga
When I see you, n!gga, it’s gon’ be a s*it show
It feel good, in the hood, we call him Brisco
Rob him out his pants, make him dance, n!gga, disco