You Ain't Shit - GloRilla

Uhh Mmm-mm Pity How you went and wasted something good Show up wasted like I knew you would So misunderstood Say we're both to blame you got nerve Lowered my standards just so you'd meet mine You got no manners and I got no time You think bare minimum merits a prize When will you realize That you act like you run the world But you ain't shit Nah, you ain't it You're never true to your word But you guilt trip You're persistent 'Bout dragging me down Running your mouth You're so condescending I'm so done pretending The you I deserve sticks around Look at you now You ain't shit (No you ain't) (No you ain't) Nah, you ain't shit Nah You're busy overthinking now that I'm winning But I'm not really in the mood for forgiving Since you're not around (Never better) I'm not backing down I lowered my standards just so you'd meet mine (Just so you'd meet mine) You got no manners and I got no time You think bare minimum merits a prize When will you realize that You act like you run the world But you ain't shit Nah, you ain't it You're never true to your word But you guilt trip You're persistent 'Bout dragging me down Running your mouth You're so condescending I'm so done pretending The you I deserve sticks around Look at you nah-now You ain't shit (No, you, no you ain't, no you ain't shit) Nah, you ain't shit (No, you, no, you ain't, no, you ain't it) Hey yeah (No, you, no you ain't) And I'm on my shit (No, you ain't) Mmm, mmm, mmm (No, you, no you ain't, no you ain't it)

I lost a couple niggas shit happens You lost a couple niggas it aint shit happen You dont slide for your niggas like I do for mine Live the life on the borderline of suicide I lost a couple niggas shit happens You lost a couple niggas it aint shit happen Cuz you dont slide for your niggas like I do for mine Live the life on the borderline of suicide

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