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pick & roll - shittyboyz lyrics

[intro: babytron]
reuel, stop playing with these n*ggas
aye, aye, aye, huh

[verse 1: babytron]
up a forty ball, f*ck around and take a selfie with it
should’ve moved if you ain’t want to swallow, know she felt me twitching
ninety jacks flying overnight, yeah, this a heavy shipment
b*tch ain’t hear me tell her take her shoes off ’cause the blender spinning
phone banging, she with three friends, i’m ’bout to four*way it
riding in them foreigns with them ratchets, had lil’ bro clank ’em
no angel, i’m a d*ckhead, won’t tell no ho, “thank you”
can’t f*ck with no onе on my team, i’ll have my coach play you

[verse 2: trdee]
how ironic, hit her with a whip, i did a hit and run
told hеr bring her friends, i got my n*ggas, we can have some fun
vvss shining in the dark, i do not need the sun
if the money call before i see you then you getting spun
if you wanna try me, i can bet you it won’t end like that
if i see some season, i can bet you i’ma send it back
when they watching p*rn, the only time these n*ggas see a rack
when i’m with yo b*tch, the only time i’m really a rat

[verse 3: stanwill]
huh
slipping out of neimans, i done walked out with some splash, huh
if you see me out, just know you see me with the mag, huh
heard they looking for me, b*tch, i’m somewhere in my bag, huh
i’ll never stop the fraud, i made twenty off my last run
yeah, waving bl!ck around, blue sticky now
i find it silly how i was human but i’m billy now
tearing giffies down, was broke but can up fifty now
really in my bag, could never let you b*tches get me out
[hook: babytron, trdee & stanwill]
could run the pick and roll but i’d rather give and go
could tell the truth but never make no promise to no ho
could get a job but i be making dollars off of pros
could run a mile but, b*tch, i’d rather run it up in*store
yeah, huh, we ain’t playing fair
punched a bnb to hit yo baby, we ain’t staying there
yeah, za up in the air
b*tch nosy, i can’t even really count up in here

[verse 4: babytron]
i been thinking, turtle pie puff, b*tch, i’m reminiscing
i been thinking i got heart, jumped in the deep, start swimming
i been thinking, “where the stores at?”, i know these cards is hitting
i been thinking ’bout leaving the whip right here like f*ck a parking ticket
stop thinking, baby, it’s a lot of za in my body
glock by me, stan got one too, you better not try me
and it’s a strap in my dior bag, i’m not rock climbing
b*tch used to laugh, i’m up now, she can’t ha*ha me

[verse 5: trdee]
i be thinking, “how it feel to know yo mans a b*tch?”
i be thinking, “how the f*ck i’m finna get us rich?”
yeah, i be thinking, overthinking, thinking ’bout the past
wonder what she thinking when she notice that i’m coming fast
think i want a tech? nah, nothing like the rest
think her head the best? nah, nothing like my ex, yeah
b*tch, we been up next, nah, i ain’t seen yo text, nah
i don’t want a [?], yeah, think i want a ‘vette
[verse 6: stanwill &babytron]
since we thinking, i’ma think about the fraudulence
turn a nba to nhl, how we ball with sticks
a hundred shots in this lil’ f*cker, i can’t call it quits
b*tch nosy, i can’t even really count up in here
sack if i call a blitz
phone punching, pole clutching, road upping, road running
i should buy my opps some off*white, they ain’t know nothing
think he need to come and get his b*tch, got her toe touching
if that lil’ head on her good, need some more of it

[hook: babytron, trdee & stanwill]
could run the pick and roll but i’d rather give and go
could tell the truth but never make no promise to no ho
could get a job but i be making dollars off of pros
could run a mile but, b*tch, i’d rather run it up in*store
yeah, huh, we ain’t playing fair
punched a bnb to hit yo baby, we ain’t staying there
yeah, za up in the air
b*tch nosy, i can’t even really count up in here

- shittyboyz lyrics

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