Da Mob
Shittyboyz
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(Is that a Danny G beat? yeah, turn it up) Cruising on the East with the Gang and a bad bitch and she getting money She ain't nothing like my last bitch I'ma blame Megan Got her thinking she a savage Way before Corona ShittyBoyz was living lavish Bitch, I'm with the gang We do the stepping, ain't no horsing us She can act bougie but I bet You that my niggas fucked On my nigga Stan, keep the weapon tucked Competition? Nah Know they niggas cannot f*ck with us You don't shoot shit, you the 12th man Bad bitch, hit her with the Gucci I'm the Belt Man catch a package early I was dapping up the mailman Baby wanna f*ck, why you got a man then? Feel like told his ass don't worry about it Hunnid rounder on the AR F*ck up thirty houses August been a motherfucker I done blew like thirty thousand Granny asking what that beep is I think she heard me counting I might beat yo ass, shoot yo ass Or I might do both I can call Hutch in one click, you can't Kudos always say I'm done scamming then I do like two more feel like young Manu Just hit Chase for a 2-0 Me and Mike Amiri beefing His jeans too skinny When I say it's one Tron in me It ain't two Jimmys Let me see two rats, the AR It got two Mickeys Too dizzy, boy, these turn arounds They got my crew litty Out of town, catching EDDs I know my boo miss me I can really make the whip transform Now my roof missing Rhinestones on the Christian Loubs, boy My shoes glisten And I'm only riding with the gang They kept it two fifties That's a hunnid hunnid worth of Plastic in this lil' fanny I could punch, slide And I still might scam a lil' granny I just want a M, bitch I ain't tryna win a Grammy Big tripping, upping rolls? Nah This a different Stanley Nike flop, toes hanging out Still could up a dub I could be up a hunnid M's Still bust a jugg Shout-out to my site, bitch, I swipe Yelling f*ck a plug I'll do a hunnid thousand scams Before I touch a drug Unc' mad as hell like "Where my blender at?" pull my pants down She was asking where was dinner at God bless the scams, yeah, yeah Where my sinners at? I'm in Pittsburgh Getting money where the Steelers at D-A M-O-B, I got ten on me MLB, swinging sticks I pray that they don't tell on me Lil' bitch pussy magic Think she put a spell on me Y'all always passing 'round That green pint, y'all the Celtics team I just punched chop, quesadilla And Bahama Mama scrumbleMan tripping He might f*ck around and rob yo mama Head wrap made by McQueen but I'm not Osama Got the juice They think that we fam but it is not ohana (Shit, that's a Danny G beat)
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Written by: DANIEL SEBASTIEN GAGLIO, LANDO BANDO
Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
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