Lyrics Blast Off - ShittyBoyz

BabyTron]
ShittyBoyz

Fendi drip, I'm euro stepping like I'm Dwayne Wade
I was down batting, made eight in the same day
J at least twice a day, and I ain't even gain weight
Can't crack a smile in the bank, that's my game face
I pray to God I make it up 'cause I done sinned a lot
Buffed up, but weigh a buck twenty, I ain't did a squat
Used to work on my step back and my jump shot
The day that I'm broke is the day that my lungs stop
I came up off stealing shit, feel like Gary Payton
Used to sleep on the floor, ain't even have a blanket
Since he a demon, bro gon' send his ass to Satan
Punches so fire, hit the store like a Super Saiyan
Acting rich but getting handouts ain't acceptable
ShittyBoyz got the power, something like Incredibles
Said that we broke, brodie smacked off an edible
I left the store, make sure my signature ain't legible

ShittyBoy, bitch I'm hated by the janitors
Time to clock in, man I know you hate your manager
I'm thrusted up, every day up on the calendar
Bro on the road, and the stick riding passenger
On the way up, punch and kicks like Karate
My bitch hating niggas, think I fuck with a Nazi
Powered up, I stay with bread like salami
Bro bring that plank anywhere like he Jonny
Wrestle who? Bitch, I don't do Judo
Squaring up, can get your soul blew straight to Pluto
Hoes gon' be hoes, so I play her like I'm Cool Joe
You ain't hit it to the ShittyBoyz, bet y'all boo know
I been plugged in longer than y'all television
Mister paint a freak bitch face, I'm a cognitician
T-H-R-U-S-T, we the definition
And we done seen more power than electricians

"I'ma put you on", Let me stop lying my ass off
ShittyBoyz, this our year, bitch we finna blast off
He don't know shit about the work, so I'ma tax dawg
Bro, I go from zero to a hundred like a fastball
Clay got the night vision, busting with the flash off
"Oh, I'm scared of him, he was busting with the mask off"
Ain't no promo code, but I got it for the half off
How's it feel to see us drop one vid and we passed y'all?
Bro love the fast money, guess that he hate patience
Glock .40, send him to the Moon like a space station
Passing shit out like I maxed out my playmaking
Bro put up two sticks like he playing Playstation
Was bad as hell in school, told my teacher fuck them grades
Don't wake the glizzy up, that bitch tucked away
Used to be a bench warmer, now I'm known for touching plates
Swiper no swiping, hit the store, then I snuck away

Swear the gift that I got ain't from Santa Claus
BabyTron up in giffies, you would think he's Santa Claus
Yeah, I grew up hooping, I wouldn't even grab a ball
Broke as a joke, all I can do is laugh at y'all
Made it in rain, bitch, I'm Mr. Fuck-Y'all-Weave-Up
Cameras out, so it's only right I throw the sleeve up
ShittyBoyz shit, come in cold for a clean up
Like he Richtown, Relly Rell will shoot your scene up
Talking out your ass, that'll get your soul lifted up
Niggas talking loose, catch they mouth, watch them stiffen up
I was hitting juggs, you was on your ass hitting blunts
Bitch said I'm broke, she the type to pick a nickel up
Hoes used to pick on me 'til I picked my chicken up
All you ten toes, with a stick to pick your pivot up
Hundreds if y'all live, for the morgue, come and zip 'em up
Back from the dead, bitch the thrust got risen up

Fuck you, your momma and your dead mans
Baby trying to keep a method like I'm Red Man
Niggas trying to catch my drip like a headband
Turn 'em in to Sonic, when he see me, I'm the Eggman
Bro masked up with two sticks like he Deadpool
Trying to fight who? Fight them roaches in your bedroom
Finna run it up, I just need a little legroom
Cutting in to bitches like I graduated med school
Stunning hoes, call me Stone Cold Sleeve Austin
You better play it smart like the guard that played for Boston
I'm catching players in the field like Tavon Austin
I can get your granddad's slip, half pay, mind off him