Lyrics Trio - ShittyBoyz

(This is a Jay Johnson production)
Ayo, Stan, ayy, Dee, we gotta fuck this bitch up
What up, Jay?
Ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz

Crip Walking out the bank like I'm Blueface
Fuck hoes, I swear every bitch two-faced
Pray to God everyday, I can't lose faith
Push the pedal to the max, I can't use brakes

I don't cheat, I turn up when I start losing
Ninety-nine with the blick, bro a sharp shooter
Should be in Yale, really was a smart student
Now I'm a well known stolen credit card user

Niggas hate, the K next to me like L
Fuck hitting notes, I can make this bitch yell (On God)
I done seen some shit that I know I can't tell (Shh)
I got off my ass, I wasn't wishing in no well

Adam22 with it, you is not shooting (No Jumper)
Send a shot dawg way, we is not hooping
Could really start a empire, I am not Lucious
I was raised to be a winner, dawg, I am not losing

New stick got more kick than a sneaker con
Ran him down, I forgot that the beam was on
Just fucked Apple up, RIP Steven Jobs
AMEX burnt, finna see what the Visas on

Bitch, I been [

Made a way pushing keys like I'm Beethoven
Running twenty-four hours, yo bitch stay open
I don't want the deal if I can't sign gang on it
If my boys don't eat, I won't put my name on it (ShittyBoyz)

Bitch, you a freak, you ain't gotta lie
Beam in the scope, boy, this lil' bitch modified
Ain't a free throw, the crackhead just shot a line
Up MAG and let it sing like it's up on Spotify

Scared of niggas, out here living like Jodee
Sick I came [

I just fucked the Lodge up in the turbo Scat
Tryna lift a heavy check? You gon' hurt yo back
Put my trust in a bitch and got hurt for that
Fuck you, don't come back around if you turned yo back

And to my dawgs, I'd die for y'all
Punched a first class trip then I'm flying off
She said, "Tron, you talk wet the entire song"
Last Airbender with the chop, throwing fire balls

I ain't gon' lie, to you hoes, I'm so scared of y'all
She dove in, drip and said cannonball
I ain't tryna fuck, why yo panties off?
Call me "Dee Neutron", I fuck then I'm blasting off

Cookie had me on the Moon, Armstrong
Reaching anywhere for the pape' like my arms long
Emboss God, I ain't never punched a card wrong
In the store with slides, tryna not to play my cards wrong

Up the 40 and the .9er, Jerry Rice
I'll let this bitch sing a little, Berry White
3 AM self-scanning, that's a scary sight
AF1 crackheads, I'ma only wear 'em twice

Nigga say he on my head like some fucking lice
I laugh at his ass and said get a life
I love to fuck hoes, I can't get a wife
Call ShittyBoyz, I ain't gon' lie, we can get you right

Nigga, we could get you right
Get you right