Shittyboyz!
F-F-Fit wet as hell, I drip water like poseidon
Punchin’ doordash, I got Ruth Chris arrivin’
Feelin’ too blessed, I made P in verizon
Just touched down, b#tch, I’m feelin’ like a Heisman [Touchdown
Baby check the rating stats, been maxed out
Dee a bulldozer, he just cleared saks out [Grr
Ric Flair cookie, this’ll make you tap out
Slam dunk like Stackhouse, I just blew her back out
When I was down, I had a piece for a puzzle
The way I punch sh#t, you would think I like to tussle
Strong with the hands, bro blowing off your muscle
Look me in my eyes, all you see is the hustle
Good approval, so I signed Shittyboyz [Shittyboyz
Liftin’ checks on n#gg#s, whole lifе ive been unemployed
Had it hard oncе, but now the juggs feel the boy
Brodie punchin’ up for some belts like with f#ck with floyd
Baby K will fling his #ss to the Ozone
Bro slip for the ice, call him Frozone
Pop [?] they sh#t, life goes on
You declined in 6 stores, dude go home
Bought some new jacks to the city, feel like Nino Brown
Ten bands in two days, this the sh#t I dreamed about
Runnin’ up a check, I’m getting sweaty, b#tch I need a towel
Juul put your #ss in a suit, like you readin’ vowels
Ain’t no I in team but there’s an I in I’m the goat
Shots on the gram, I’ma take you as a joke [You a ham
b#tch on my dick, is you gon’ put it down your throat
If she throw me in the cold, I’m throwin Moncler on the coat
When its beef, I can’t find n#gg#s like they Waldo
Dick on the mag and it kick like Ronaldo
Same n#gg#s hating be the same ones I ball on
Shittyboyz the gang on me, n#gg#s I can fall on
Prolific score, cause I’m really out here winnin’
Granny pray in church, cause I’m really out here sinnin’
Heavyweight bins, my sh#t really out here hittin’
Shittyboyz lieutenant, b#tch, I’m really out here shittin’
That is not thrust if you still rockin rocks
Shooter got range, I’ma call him Rocket Watts
Cuff who? b#tch I’m spinnin’ like a bottle top
Saucy #ss fit, a lot of drip, and a lot of drop
Ask what I am, I say ten times ten [A hundred
Tell me, have you ever made ten off a bin? [Hell nah
Pray god forgive me, made ten off my sins
Picked up the cards, now its win after win
Call me sensei, I could put you in a dojo
I ain’t in the ring, but I punch like I’m Koto
Any smoke, bro fold they tops like a polo
Ain’t no runnin’ from it cause he shootin’ from the logo
Shittyboyz up, yall n#gg#s down and out [b#tch we up
Hoes ain’t loyal, hurt my soul findin’ out [f#ck that b#tch
Sick that I’m winnin, n#gg#s wanna fight me now [You a ham
Punched a lil piece, that boy think he Tyson now [f#ckin’ dummy]
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