Song Megan Thee Stallion – Thot Shit Lyrics

[Intro]


(OG Parker)


(And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it)

[Verse 1]


Hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot shit


Post me a pic, finna make me a profit


When the liquor hit, then a bitch get toxic


(Why the fuck you in the club when niggas wildin’?)

I’ve been lit since brunch, thot shit


Order ’42 for the table, let’s pop shit


Missionary or doggystyle, I’ma top shit


Pussy-ass niggas hatin’ on me from the closet, ah

Hoes tryna call me a snake, shit, I guess I can relate


‘Cause a bitch spit a whole lotta venom


And since these hoes all rats, when they come around me


All I see is a whole lotta dinner

I walk around the house butt-naked


And I stop at every mirror just to stare at my own posterior


I don’t give a fuck who talk behind my back


‘Cause the bitch knew better than to let me hear it (Ah)

[Chorus]


Hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot shit


Hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot shit (Thot shit)


Hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot shit


Hands on my knees, ha-hands on my knees

Hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot shit


Hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot shit (Thot shit)


Hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot shit


Hands on my knees, hands on my knees

[Verse 2]


Hoes said they wish a bitch would, and I’m a genie


Bitch so hot, gotta stay in bikinis


He got a girl, but he keep beggin’ to see me


I love it when a nigga got a mouth full of VVs

No, I’m not a patient, but I let him treat me


I gotta be a doctor how I’m orderin’ CCs


Go to your place, no face, no case


Ninety-nine percent tint in a blacked-out Wraith

I remember hoes used to clap for me happily


Now I’m bossed up and them same hoes mad at me


Acting like they ridin’, whole time tryna pass me


Watchin’ me go through and still tryna drag me

Actin’ like you winnin’, if you think about it, actually


Are they supportin’ you or really just attackin’ me?


I don’t give a fuck ’bout a blog tryna bash me


I’m the shit per the Recording Academy (Ah)

[Chorus]


Hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot shit


Hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot shit (Thot shit)


Hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot shit


Hands on my knees, ha-hands on my knees

Hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot shit


Hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot shit (Thot shit)


Hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot shit


Hands on my knees, hands on my knees

[Verse 3]


Drinkin’ out the motherfuckin’ bottle on my thot shit


Everything I eat go straight to my pockets


2023, finna graduate college

Goth girl shit, I’m a real hot topic


Fuckin’ on a nigga, make him sing, on some pop shit


I need a real headbanger, on some rock shit


Pussy like crack, wanna hit it like dope

Got a real hot box, but a bitch don’t smoke (Ah)


Hot girl, but I’m still the coldest, hey


I’m the big homie, but I ain’t the oldest, hmm


Bitch dry hatin’, tryna get noticed

Man, ain’t nobody come to see you, Otis, look


How many bitches lyin’ if they say they boss is better?


They really puppets, so I really gotta go and Geppetto

I’m really talkin’, but it really can apply to whoever


My pen a freak, it’ll go after a bitch or a nigga (Huh)


Big bank take lil’ bank, bitch, add it up

Hoes takin’ shots, but they ain’t in my caliber


Booked, but I squeeze a lil’ head in my calendar


Lookin’ in the mirror like, “Damn, I don’t brag enough”


LVs, double C’s, Birkins, I’m workin’

My chain ain’t hittin’ if a bitch ain’t hurtin’


Look, I ain’t even finna argue with a bitch


One thing I know, two things for certain


None of these hoes sayin’ shit to my face

And none of these hoes finna see me at the bank


And I’ma keep talkin’ all the shit that I want


And I dare one of these hoes come tell me I can’t


We ain’t even speakin’ if the nigga ain’t spendin’

He could never say that I was one of his women


I don’t even let niggas know where I stay


I’ll be damned if he thinkin’ he poppin’ up on this pimpin’ (Ah)

[Chorus]


Hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot shit


Hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot shit (Thot shit)


Hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot shit

Hands on my knees, ha-hands on my knees


Hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot shit


Hands on my knees, shakin‘ ass, on my thot shit (Thot shit)


Hands on my knees, shakin’ ass, on my thot shit


Hands on my knees, hands on my knees

[Outro]


(OG Parker)


(And if the beat live, you know Lil Ju made it)