ShittyBoii

(Ayy, Melly, what the f*ck is that?) Three of Quagy-agy, shit, I'm finna doze off Heard you out here workin' takin' orders, you ain't no boss Switch the formula, but I can get it off the old sauce Halftime on TNT, boy, I'll let the pros talk Drove off, V12 Boy, I'm strapped in the car without a seatbelt Mr. Put That Shit Up on his body, check the details Twenty-five at Hutchy, shit, I think that I could freeze hell Tax doggy, he could never get it for the retail Doggybone a burger, throw him on the grill Handy Mandy, brodie spinnin' with it, all he know is drill Bitch want some money? She off blow and pills Jumped in the deep, and I'm swimmin' in the ocean still Stick on me, feel like Harry Potter Two baggies for the eighthies, in here blowin' Cherry Popper Bankroll on Papa Smurf, the Christian Loub's on Larry Lobster Dog Shit Militia, we got every Glock and every chopper And every Glock and every chopper cook a nigga, Betty Crocker Me and Tron Gucci Mane, Lil Wayne, we steady mobbin' You sayin' opps DMs, bitch, we send niggas to the doctor I told baby, "Won't you come my way?" I Fetty Wap'ed her I ain't fuckin' with no whores, and I ain't fuckin' with no boppers I ain't doin' songs with niggas out here fuckin' with the oppers Hit a nigga with that fa fa fa- bet he holler I told bro to get that lil' nigga a pass, bet he pop him Lil' nigga threw dirt on my gang, bet we mop him Told the bitch when I step in the scene, better acknowledge You want the Drac', baby A, or the Glock? Any option Bitch, your brother just died, what you mean you ain't 'bout it? You ain't slide for your mans, you just singin' about it Yeah, they talk about that shit, but not bein' about it Talk to God every day, but I don't read none of the Bible I'm a grown-ass man with some lean in my bottle (on the gang) Chinese Percocet, I'm finna spike the pop Had a gun and didn't shoot, doggy actin' like a bot I can't do the single pack of 'Woods, I gotta buy the box Got this new weapon sauce, I'm finna go and swipe a chop In that room, I'm Helen Keller Born a hundred, I'ma keep that shit the seventh letter I can't go and shop with just a five, I need a ten or better Would've thought gang a frat house how we step together Yeah, we'll press whoever Check the leather, Louis V on me .556s, got a couple .223s on me Bustdown VS1s, it ain't no Jubilees on me Cactus Cooler so dirty Shane Battier, one in the head, the clip hold thirty I'm a vet, a hundred trips in, don't hit the road worried Told lil' bro that when they get the drop, he better code word me I'm just ballin' in some Palm Angels, ain't got no jersey Sittin' at the top, I know I'll make it through Shit, f*ck, damn, the spot jumpin' like a kangaroo White buffies look like fangs on a sabretooth In Wallie's World with more punches than a paper view Yeah, bitch thought I'd give her ass my all, bitch, I'm playin' you Yeah, stupid-ass bitch damn near broke, you outdated too Yeah, it's over with, I cut your ass off, nothin' to say to you Yeah, Goddamn, this bitch so ugly, I'm afraid of you Got his bitch naked in my kitchen, what you makin', boo? She like, "Macaroni and some cheese", this ain't Jamaican food Bitch want a price for the head, I ain't payin' you Yeah, call up BabyTron, I'm in the D while I got weight to move Nigga, I be doin' all that shit that you wait to do Yeah, pussy nigga say he gon' do what? Told him make a move I'll flash my D's on a bitch, bet it make her choose Opps talkin' 'bout they finna slide, yeah, done make the news I was damn near with this shit at the age of two Yeah, told I'm tryna f*ck her and her friend if she say it's cool I heard your boyfriend a lil' bum, he don't pay his dues Goddamn, this bitch on fire, told 'em raise the roof Knock-knock, bitch, you at the door, better not say it's you SOB and them ShittyBoyz, we'll take a deuce Yeah, heard you sendin' niggas on that skit, and ain't pay the goons BabyTron just bought a shrink ray, finna take the moon, nigga