V8's & V12's
Shittyboyz
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(MIA JAY C, I hear you, JAY C) Think I need to go and see a reverend I been fighting demons Paranoid self-scanning I got used to swiping pieces Living in the blender finished She gon' live her life defeated Wax pen, dirty pop I'm just shopping high in Neiman's V8s and V10s You can catch me flying speeding I can't switch teams You would probably go and sign a season (Pow pow pow) Pop out with ARP and send him right to Jesus I ain't leaving I ain't leaving till that bag come (Phew) Stop flashing ten, that's a daily jack run (Phew) bandicooting of the Quagy-agy I might crash some (Shit) Colossal 'Wood Half Cookie and it's half Runtz Shit, I got some black lungs We gon' do him like he Kunta if he running off hit him in his foot I tried to knock his shouldеr off (Damn) Getting to that type of levеl I can't hit it raw I ain't finna play no games with you This is not the Saw Keep coughing 'cause the 'Wood Full of opposition cut the bitch off 'cause She don't never listen I'll air this bitch out if I feel a tension I been balling in the D I could've been a Piston F*ck the past, f*ck A "would've", "could've" "should've" I'm a ShittyBoy 'cause I been Shitting since the pull-ups Made a couple Pros off the phones I got the hookup If rapping had a draft class Niggas should've took us (Phew) Bitch, bright and early to that bag I'm the bird with the worm Dropped a thirty in this Wocky, unky tripping, got the Perc' muddy In the field Triple S stomping, bitch I got the earth grumpy, huh I ain't got no friends, I Swear it's just me, gang and pape' (Tuh) i'm bro favorite rapper but he Pull up banging Drac' (Tuh) Fully zipped I couldn't see my cup and stained the BAPE (Tuh) all these rockets in this UFO like Me and gang in space (Tuh) It's a 'Cat whenever me and Gang skirting 'round the city Think I need to buy some lingerie, this AR It got titties throw the blick to lil' bro I call him "Yeat" 'cause he get busy Up in Neiman's, i don't want the kicks if They don't cost no stimmy Widebody, this a big whip Slide down, switch clips and switch drip (Pow pow pow) Sixty floors up, spent the trip lit (Phew) For that sack It's a pick six or a hit stick (Blitz, blitz) Got racks like Serena, she a rich bitch (Rich bitch) How are you a shooter? You don't hit shit (You don't hit shit) It ain't take me long, I hit it real quick (No cap) Even in the dark I bet I'm still lit (Uh) Still lit, still rich, still punching Still scamming know I'm ugly as the f*ck But with this pape', i feel handsome Cut the lights off I bet the Hutch piece still dancing Got a hunnid in this big fucker Get real frantic phew Yeah, bitch shittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia That's on every song phew, phew, phew Phew, phew, phew, phew
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Written by: JOSHUA WHITE, SHITTY BOYZ
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