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sour punch kids - shittyboyz lyrics

[intro]
marc boomin, i miss you

[verse 1: kasher quon]
hot as h*ll in the whip, riding with three pistols
i just blew a n*gga crib up with three missiles
riding in a scat pack, look like a green pickle
i drink red, lame n*ggas sip green liquor
i just rode through yo hood and you wasn’t in it
i can’t meet you for the sauce, you gotta come get it
this a baby draco with a drum in it
hit her from the back, she keep saying, “put yo thumb in it”

[verse 2: babytron]
talking ’bout fighting, do i look like triple h?
i’ma let this glock punch you like a middleweight
been on the road for two days and i’m still awake
i ain’t hopping out my bag ‘less i’m hopping in some pape
feel like tim duncan, i been scoring in the bank
i ain’t a shrimp but it’s sitting on my dinner plate
time is money, i refuse to be a minute late
quon pulled up with a .40 looking for some pistol play

[verse 3: stanwill]
got a piece for every puzzle but you hoes still a mystery
left my old b*tch in the past, history
i done jugged another granny off the trickery
real slimeball, pray that god don’t see the sin in me
i don’t know what you thought but it’s not this
my shooter wear glasses, dawg, he will not miss
he could start out wide receiver, how he drop sh*t
swear to god i love chase, i just pop six
[verse 4: trdee]
made two in one play, boy, i really made a ten
game breaker on, boy, i’m finna break the rim
thirty day grind, i ain’t finna get a [?]
she ask who i am, told that lil’ b*tch i’m him
skinny*ass n*gga, still flexing in the gym
jumped in with the sharks, i ain’t know how to swim
white b*tch, big booty, bro, almost called her “kim”
i’ll let them .223s go and rip through his limbs

[verse 5: kasher quon, babytron, stanwill, & trdee]
b*tches see me out in traffic like, “d*mn, that’s really him”
fifty for a eighth, b*tch, i’m smoking on [?]
get yo b*tch off my b*lls
this some super cookie, got me bouncing off the walls
lil’ b*tch bugging, i’ma spray her with the off!
pass dawg a map, brodie out here looking lost
i f*ck up the mall, you still worried about the cost
sh*ttyboyz broke? b*tch, that’s false

- shittyboyz lyrics

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