Lirik
(Oh yeah, FatMike)
(It's Lando, your bitch know, don't let your bitch go, ****)
Hey
Huh
I don't want no Ruth Chris, point me to Prime and Proper
That'd be they last skit, I bet we slime the robbers
TYB got a shot, don't make me slide with robber
Why she talkin' 'bout a kid? I hope she finds the father
Why you doin' all that chattin' but can't find a dollar?
She can't find a job, but best believe she found that bottle
This year it's all gas, I think I finally found the trottle
Unky eight bodies in, he'll probably drown in vodka
My son first words'll probably try to sound out Yaga
All this Balenci in the closet, switch it out with Prada
Why he rappin' 'bout a wide body hoppin' out a Honda?
All black Hellkitty, bitch, I'm poppin' out Wakanda
Dog Shit Militia, we don't talk shit, we bark
Dog Shit Militia, we don't talk, we just spark
Play it smart, thermal scope on the chop when it get dark
Play it smart, it's gon' take the team to win, play your part, play it smart
I think his bitch gettin' ran, he dropped a 'Wood and lighter
Someone call him a cannon, got the whole hood on fire
Gotta know we stay on the road just like some Goodyear tires
Millions off the rap, it's safe to say the jugg years expired
Man, I just bust a chime, I'm a liar
Beann pulled up with the hoes like he tryna fight a fire
Stilly put me on my head like a piledriver
I get ninety-five percent back up on nine and Meijers
I'm just thinkin', I'm just barkin'
They just now arrivin', whole time I'm departin'
They think that I'm a human, whole time I'm a martian
They think they the special one, whole time, I'm retarded
ShittyBoyz
Written by: BabyTron
