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wild west - stanwill lyrics

[intro]
ha*ha
yeah, sh*ttyboyz (sh*ttyboyz, n*gga, dog sh*t militia, n*gga)
sh*ttyboyz, sh*ttyboyz (whole lotta gang sh*t, man, you know what’s going, man)
sh*ttyboyz (whole lotta lab sh*t)
yeah, sh*ttyboyz (his name’s “pablo”)

[verse 1]
real road runner, bug splatter on my windshield
couldn’t roll with us if yo lil’ whip had ten wheels
counting blessings every single day but i’ma sin still
blew a ten at neiman’s, i’ma hit saks and spend still
up roll on yo b*tch, i’m getting in her jeans lately
white scat, limousine tint, b*tch, i’m speed racing
dee blew a ten [?] he off three facers
sb the f*cking printing press, how we keep paper
i like pape’, i like guns, i like bad b*tches
i’m a road upping, sh*t talking, rap n*gga
ducked in my duffy, hoes know our bag different
all this pape’ in thе f*nny, i can’t fit the strap in it
in a mustang sticked up, this the wild wеst
heart cold, i been backstabbed so i smile less
we on every block, big rockets, feel like yao [?]
somerset tripping, when we leave ain’t no style left
ha*ha, yeah, that’s ’cause we bought it all
jeeps, h*llcats, trackhawks, we don’t walk at all
ash ketchum, i ain’t squashing beef until i caught ’em all
when you say the word “sh*tting”, ain’t n0body thought of y’all
buffed up, off a four of wock’, bro can’t see nothing
since the womb i always told myself that i’ma be something
spend the block with fifty round drums, we ain’t gon’ keep nothing
i don’t drug talk but unky said he got ’bout three onions
like they dte, all gang do is light sh*t up
summer ’16 was robin jeans, you ain’t fly with us
all that ice up in his cariters, brodie sinus stuffed
we’ll pop his sh*t like moneybagg, tryna fight with us
dior, balenciaga, loubotin, you can’t hike with us
them some twenty*threes, these amiri, you can’t mike with us
we some 201 extraordinaires, you can’t slide with us
rejecting b*tches at the door like, “nah, baby, nine’s enough”
at the ritz on the top floor but i’m scared of heights
you a hothead? i’ll put a glock to yo fahrenheit
too familiar with yo b*tch crib, i be there every night
we’ll let this big black b*tch sing like it’s barry white
[break]
ha*ha, yeah, n*gga, i been tripping lately, n*gga
touching chicken lately
ask me where i’m at, i’m probably with yo baby, n*gga
huh, f*ck is you talking about?
yeah

[verse 2]
big sh*tting, when i talk, boy, yo b*tch listen
you would think that elmo around, i got big chicken
she gon’ let my lil’ bro f*ck ’cause his wrist glisten
you can go and ask charmin, boy, they know i been sh*tting
every time you see me out, it’s off*white and new yeezys
boy, i been putting that sh*t on ‘fore you knew jeezy
i be road running, sack chasing more than [?]
i’ma hang this sh*t up as the goat, boy, it’s too easy

[outro]
dumbass n*gga
b*tch, i’m a sh*ttyboy, yeah
b*tch, we the sh*ttyboyz
ha*ha

- stanwill lyrics

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