Sirloin

Lyrics

[Intro] (Getta Beats) Phew [Verse] Hey, huh, hey, it's on the dance floor If you ain't hip to the militia, bet your mans know They thought I pulled up Cybertruck, but that's just Lando Ain't no honor for a thief, but still'll up a scam roll Millionaire IRL-ies, ain't no V-Bucks Fuck a branch, boy, I'm rollin' up some tree trunks He was fly, once upon a time, got his wings cut Hypebeast shit, I'm rollin' up Supreme Runtz Too school, Tronny just like the Dean, huh Culture-scan element, I got Supreme trunks I'm a mean fuck, I need a mean slut Mike Amiri, pizza crust, bitch, the jeans stuffed You not trim off of Tek and Supreme dunks Shoota got so many Bs, I bet hе sting some OG with the CVV's, I bet I ping somе Two movie clips taped, second one a rerun Thirsty ho', must've left your drink in the car Transport a dead skunk, shit, it stink in the car Ain't never touch a M 'cause you thinkin' too hard It's the deep end, you better not bleed by them sharks How she got all that sex drive with no car? Unc' stay on the operation, his life Ozark The Arturus sittin' lower than a go-kart Rockin' fake Chrome, shit, he got on Gold Heart I'Il rock a Richie in the Rollie store Boy, yo' pops too dusty, that make you Cody Rhodes She sent a paragraph, I just text, "Okie-doke" We don't do the step no more, get a brick, hokey-poke I don't fuck with T-Bones, get a sirloin How you steal from big bro? Damn, that's a girl choice And if you fuck with the other side, fuck you too Yeah, I'm a rude fuck, but my bitch stuck up too G.R cool, but y'all got a few burgers Yeah, I seen that lil' live, I got a few lurkers If we catchin' boys outside, that's a few murdered Fah, fah, fah, fah, fah, brrt Lil' cuz in middle school with more rank than y'all How my unborn kid got more pape than y'all? Hit a home run from downtown, basic ball Everything fun and games 'til you gotta face the boss Reptile on my collar, but it ain't the cost First deal had him suicidal, he can't take a loss When you fall, you gon' stay down or just shake it off Two letters, P-H, lil' boy, this ain't a loss Two letters, C-H, RIP scam, M&S run P-A to the six, man The RPs hold me up like a kickstand I was the talk of town waitin' for them Kik chats Chocolate seeds, red wrap, Kit-Kat Gimme that, LOL, come get your kit back Gimme that, LOL, come get your stick back Actin' like a dime, that bitch ain't even a knickback, seriously Lil' fuzz bad as shit, he promote violence Holdin' both my wrists up, I promote diamonds When they get me in that room, I promote— The way the opps live, you would think that they promote dyin' TBH, if your shoes stink, I won't sign 'em I was pullin' six-second skits before Dope Island You got that old Prezzy on Joe Biden TRX, I'm just flyin' through the snow, glidin' I don't smoke tails and my bitch don't either Her nails too long, and shit, I got a turkey bag He sent it through the mail like we weren't gon' keep her Everything profit, shit, we made a thirty flat Pudi Tang, BTA, shit, you dirty D That's 3.5 million plus when we thirty deep Yeah, you might've cranked the knob, but you ain't turnt as me I think we spilled wine in the Cat, seats burgundy [Outro] Hey, $hittyBoyz Dogshit Militia , Long Live $cam Rip Chris, T-Double-H-L, shit Fuck Earth, this shit galactic You hipster, huh Hey, hey, hey, $hittyBoyz