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letra de fab five - shittyboyz

[intro: stanwill]
yeah

[verse 1: stanwill]
red tips, .762s, shoot a taki at him
good punch at yoshi, satisfied by hibachi habit
website surfing, tryna punch like i’m bobby lashley
hundred round bop to his face, we gon’ hockey mask him
me and gang be cracking cards but unc’ and them be rock slanging
sauce i got be secret than a b-tch, i be done squashed plankton
knock him down his ass and [?] from the [?] station
caught him on that corner, gave him ninety like a right angle

[verse 2: trdee]
she won’t leave me ‘lone ’cause i’m the catch and she know i’m up
tryna slide this way? we gon’ hit him like a hockey puck
how’d i get his mans but not him? he a lucky f-ck
yo people don’t support none of yo music ’cause they know you suck
computer thugs, you won’t see me going back and forth
could’ve went and bought yo b-tch some hair but i bought a shirt
they ain’t really see us going far, i know some n-ggas hurt
i’ma keep making n-ggas sick until i’m in the dirt

[verse 3: ysr gramz]
oh, you spent all yo money? n-gga, how that work?
i know a b-tch with some ass, she don’t know how to twerk
i’ll put the whole world on you like i’m lil durk
my n-gga really hot boy like he lil’ turk
i front that madman, told him he got to pay me on the first
how you out here k!lling n-ggas and you used to jerk?
this n-gga off a seroquel, he ain’t off a perc’
we’ll take yo mans from you, put him on a shirt
[verse 4: krispylife kidd]
fn on me, got photos, well hit me on the first
f-ck around, see a fiend and knock the words off his shirt
f-ck a n-gga high school crush, i know that sh-t hurt
i got it on camera, i can show you how this b-tch work
i’m booling, i’m with gramz and i’m with the sh-ttyboyz
dawg talking ’bout his beef, well f-ck it, i got a fifty ball
treat the opp like a homeboy, f-ck it, i got fifty for him
suck the d-ck good enough, baby, i got fifty for you
i like yo son too, f-ck it, i got some jordans for him
oh, yo pops drink lean? i got some more for him
drop a [?] on a n-gga block, i put the quarter on him
like i’m tryna plug dawg with a cougar, i put .40 on him

[verse 5: babytron]
saying sí to the cuban plug, i guess i’m bilingual
widebody h-llcat, lil’ b-tch, i drive evil
this a hutch piece, boy, stop acting like our ice equal
unky got that dog him, riding ’round with five beagles
high as h-ll off a eighth of something, i forgot the strain
boy, you not no f-cking player, sit there and watch the game
dub poking through the ksubi jeans, that’s just pocket change
monkey nuts on this lil’ f-cker, i ain’t gotta aim

[verse 6: stanwill]
surf and turf for dinner, this a hundred dollar pasta, gang
at the opps’ home, sticked up like a dodgers game
i be pape chasing, you be looking for a thot to save
could pop him up, we gon’ triple s stomp his face
[verse 7: trdee]
i don’t f-ck with dimes, only nines, i’m the one she need
why would i be scared of yo ass? n-gga, don’t you bleed?
been peeped the couple mini-mes, they like my seed
starting to think these n-ggas lactose, they ain’t got no cheese

[verse 8: ysr gramz]
i let this b-tch stay the night and she don’t want to leave
this n-gga [?] mad at me ’cause i ain’t got no weed
i’m finna beat my brother ass, he bought my granny lean
this n-gga head f-cked up, he just beat up a fiend

[verse 9: babytron]
get you k!lled for a dub, that’s a ppp
summertime last year, that sh-t was a edd
i know you see this icy-ass chain, if you reach, i tee
looking at yo team, i can tell that you the weakest link
ayy, sh-ttyboyz
huh, i ain’t done, i’ma keep rapping
three lines in a tron verse? boy, that’s three captions
i might get the [?] i don’t need practice
in wally world, double back if the piece active
horse mode, showing wave riders who the sea captain
looking at the strippers in the club like, “y’all gon’ need jackets”
road running, i know where i’m at but i see cactus
huh, probably somewhere in the dessert
b-tch play with me? well she probably somewhere in the blender
catch him out in traffic, .223s ain’t gon’ lift his fender
big sh-tty up in saks, i’m the biggest spender
[outro: babytron]
huh, ayy, sh-ttyboyz

- shittyboyz

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