Moneybagg Yo – AW SH*T Lyrics

AW SH*T

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"AW SH*T." - Moneybagg Yo

Sunday, 18 October 2026, 03:36 pm

Album: SPEAK NOW OR...

Track No: 21

Aw shit, aw shit, aw shit
Aw shit, aw shit, aw shit
DrumGod
Aw shit, aw shit, aw shit
Aw shit
Sky Diddy
Go
Aw shit, they done made me mad, break out that dog shit
This like five hunnid just to ball with
The Brabus with the wide kit
I'm never home, I barely drive it
Currently headed to a island on a private
Sneaky link the only option, I can't be yo' man
I might fall asleep inside you, fuckin' on these Xans
If it's good, you stayin' a week, ho, ain't no one-night stand
Chase this Plan B with this Hi-C, baby, I can't get trapped
Goyard to carry the strap, she matchin' my fly, we Chaneling it out
Diamonds and pearls, eight at the bottom, that's rose gold hittin' my mouth
Reggie, bet I can show you a Miller
Spaghetti, I'm a real certified dripper
Heavy, these **** really lil' biddy
Daily, the ARP or the switchy
Aw shit, aw shit, aw shit
Aw shit, aw shit, aw shit
Aw shit, aw shit, aw shit
Aw shit, aw shit, aw shit
Gasoline, whole lotta beans
Whole lotta foreign machines
Whole lotta paints, whole lotta lean, whole lotta scams and schemes
Whole lotta bitches tryna get high, they wanna do the team
Whole lotta **** tryna get down, but they ain't cut like we
I'm on the run, DMC, I'm two meals up off P's
I been in Houston for 'bout a week, I chopped and screwed a freak
These **** stalkin' and watchin' my page, they get they moves from me
Spend six thou' on LV kicks, I call them Louis P
I'm the type boost up a broke ho
I got them racks in my Goyo'
No, I don't fuck with you like that, ****, so don't come and hop in my photo
I done put up that white shit, told Geo give me everything rose gold
In the Lambo', dodging pot holes, wide load zone, in the field like Ocho
Sittin' in the big body Rolls truck, I'm kickin' P with some pimpin'
Must be a shortage on real ****, can't say I know too many
300k, that's a lot for your wrist
80 more when I'm making a fist
You can smell the codeine in my piss
Me, Joe and Wizza just finished a 6
Gasoline, whole lotta beans
Whole lotta foreign machines
Whole lotta paints, whole lotta lean, whole lotta scams and schemes
Whole lotta bitches tryna get high, they wanna do the team
Whole lotta **** tryna get down, but they ain't cut like we
I'm on the run, DMC, I'm two meals up off P's
I been in Houston for 'bout a week, I chopped and screwed a freak
These **** stalkin' and watchin' my page, they get they moves from me
Spend six thou' on LV kicks, I call them Louis P
Aw shit, aw shit, aw shit
Aw shit, aw shit, aw shit
Aw shit, aw shit, aw shit
Aw shit, aw shit, aw shit
Go

Writer(s): Demario White, Robert L. Gullatt & Thomas Jahmal Walker.

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