These b#tches loud as hell
(Damn, Machu, why’d you have to do ’em like that?)
Damn, Machu, why you have to do ’em like that?
Ayy, ShittyBoyz
Burning rubber in the Chally when I skrrt around
Summer ’19, was gifty trips and turn arounds
Every Glock you see me with come with a thirty round
Real life scammer, b#tch, I do the sh#t you heard about
b#tch, bro Sprite got a dab of Wocky
Me and gang stepping through this b#tch, we the Jabbawockeez
MIA scoring touchdowns, think our #ss the Dolphins
Tryna grab the chain off my neck, you gon’ grab a coffin
Ayy, watch that backdoor, you might just see your mans running out
It’s a cold world, you never know what n#gg#s do for clout
Told her add me up, why the f#ck the b#tch start losing count?
Tables always turn, we the ones they used to talk about
Huh, chain got a couple colors, baby, come and see the water
The way that you hoes act, I pray that I don’t have a daughter
Don’t compare no n#gg#s ’cause I swear to God my n#gg#s harder
Young turnt n#gg#, I’m just looking for a Mrs. Parker
Caught him at the bus stop dripping with his cool #ss
I would listen to that new tape, but you #ss
Coupe too fast, couldn’t see it when we flew past
Shit-talking to a random b#tch with my rude #ss
Went from bench player to a star, feel like MVP
Big-ass crib, the type you used to see on MTV
Who don’t scam? Really got a dummy finna send me cheese
Real jack stacker, as we speak, finna catch me three
Jake hit my telly every time a new season drop
IPhone got more sauce in it than a pizza box
Ironic how all my dogs gotta flee the cops
Lil’ b#tch think I’m SpotEmGottem when I beat the box
Weed came from Cali, but my b#tch is a Miamian
f#ck what you heard, n#gg#, tell me what you said to him
He be like me, why the f#ck would I be scared of him?
Strap got some nuts, you would’ve thought this b#tch a lesbian
Somewhere on the road jamming, unky in the trap with zombies
Dior T-shirt cost eight, you in Abercrombie
Fat b#tch tryna flirt with me like her #ss ain’t sloppy
Red and purple spike walkers looking like a bag of Takis
I done turned a hundred jacks in, you can ask my akhi
Bro’ll slide with a stick on him and a mask like hockey
Turned the tables on his tough #ss when I flashed the Glocky
I was down below, now I’m rich, thought my #ss was Roddy
You said you made what? Let me show you something
If you still scared to take a risk, you ain’t gon’ get you nothing
I took a risk and spent my last just to load up
Found a fire site and some dumps, then we pro-ed up
Ksubi pockets fat as hell, I’m looking like a sumo wrestler
Clip longer than a paragraph, I’ll shoot a lecture
Too clutch, I’ma hit the winning shot through the pressure
Spread out the dog sh#t, it’s longer than a school semester
Yeah
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm
Ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz
Phew
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