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that's good
That's good ha ha, ayy
Ayy, ShittyBoyz
It's a cold world
I'm just happy that my heart froze
Dawg think he drug deal
'cause he watching Narcos
If he come around
Bro scan him like a barcode
Bitch picked me up just to
Bust like I'm Darko
No aimbot, bro shoot, that's a headshot
All day scooping dog shit
Like I'm Craig's pops
Been the scam star, bitch
I'm feeling like the vet now
Pop out with that twelve gauge
Leave 'em shell-shocked
Just know if I hear it's up
It's forever stuck
Been passed the boss fight
You still trying to level up
Stan busting lead
You would've thought he had a pencil tucked
No French Bulldog, but unky here selling pups
Boy, that shit barking off the leash
It's 2021, bitch
The car start without a key
Fake love pops out the dark when it's R-IP
every time I look in the mirror
It's a star I see
HBK in 2010, bitch, I'm dogging hoes
Fucking on his BM
His kids watching Paw Patrol
Versace with Medusa
I'ma make sure my drawers gon' show
these big boy plays
The type you can't even talk on phones
Knock on wood or we gon' get indicted
Gate with the code, big fence
I'm just living private
Finna take a trip to Honolulu
Finna hit the islands
Locked in the booth, but no cap, man
I miss Verizon half-time?
We balling with no intermission
Since he got a big mouth
Brodie finna hit him in it
The Punch God rose from the dead
I know it's been a minute
My name ringing all across the country
Not just in the Mitten
I'm in a zipped bag at the
Bottom of a zipped duffy
Nine hundred dollar runners
Bitch said my kicks ugly
I can feel the time slowing down
Every sip muddy
We gon' bust like a zit if
Someone in this bitch bug me
Louis duffel pack with like
Thirty-three G's inside
Motherfuckers soft
Talk shit then see me and lie green beam
Walking out the store with three PS5s
Me and Dee in LA, ball like PG and Kawhi
Got the head from that lil' bitch
Skipped the talking stage
Then I kicked her out the crib and
Made her take the walk of shame
Boy, check the stats
We don't nowhere near ball the same
Legends never die, bitch
Induct me to the Hall of Fame
Dukes told me, 'You gon' lose friends
But never lose yourself'
Walking out the Cali dispo'
We blew through the shelf
Trying to send him up top
Fuck if he lose some help
Hitman gon' sneak you point-blank 'cause
He move with stealth
Played the cards I was dealt
And got a royal flush
Bitch wanna fuck, shit, I
Used to be annoying
on the beach with a foreign thing
Just enjoying lunch
ShittyBoyz winning, it's a
Hundred thousand points, we up
riding down Plymouth
Finna link up with ScrumbleMan
How you claim you down from
That way? Don't know hustle, man
think he cap on
I can't let him get the upper hand
Out here
Can't shit make a man like the jungle can
jack man
Scooped ten 12 Pros by three o'clock
morphing up like a Power Ranger
Off this three of Wock'
Bitch blew me out my damn Crocs
She can keep my socks
Just 'cause I hit your lil' bitch, boy
Don't think we opps
Balling like a Sacramento King
In these purple Guccis
Good with the Navy
I could really call up Sterl or Rucci
Heard your bitch brother shot at you
'cause you burnt her coochie
Fireman, bar for bar
It's like the rebirth of Tunechi
Real scorer
You ain't never put it in the basket
reader writer
Told gang to put one in my casket
For the green
I bet my shooter pull up like he cashing
Ex bitch sick 'cause I pulled
Up with the baddest
Trackhawk, Hellcat, pull off in the fastest
what's the price?
I'm pulling off if you taxing
You tricking on these hoes? Boy
You should've did a backflip
That dub that you upped
I've been put it in my mattress
middle of the summer
But I still brought some sleeves with me
it's eighty out
I'm finna drop the top and
Let the breeze hit me
Having withdrawals, when I go to sleep
I dream giffies
If you ain't got no hustle in your blood
You can't be with me
Around when it's sunny
But they wasn't stepping through the rain
the run ain't forever
So I'm heavy pressing in my lane
touch pape', tuck some
Throw the extras in the bank
If you drawed up
Guarantee I'll execute the play
Punched StockX, now my closet like NoJo Kicks
on a steak bite diet
I don't want no more shrimp
What's the point in even having one?
You don't blow your stick
LOL in the comments if you post your bitch
Ha ha, yeah ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz
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