Ed Edd & Eddy

Lyrics

[Intro: StanWill] Bitch, I ain't—, hold on She gon' rip me out my— She gon' rip me out my, yeah, yeah (Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat) That's a—that's a Danny G beat, bitch She gon' rip me out my Yoh' Huh, huh [Verse 1: StanWill] She gon' rip me out my Yohji Yamamoto coat Winnin' now, they tryna act like they don't know the score Up the broom and sweep the opps, they think we 4 and O He tryna keep her in the barn, I guess he know his ho the G.O.A.T Playin' tug-of-war with your ho, all these ropes on me Funny how they say I look like Snoop, boy, I'll smoke homie We don't fuck with deuces, boy, it's fours only You would think they hit me with the switchie, all thеse hoes on me Mе and Tron Zach and Cody, ain't shit sweet at all Lookin' at my MRI, boy, you gon' see a dog Ed, Edd and Eddy, we got your bitch eatin' balls Through these icy mirror-tinted Cartis, I done seen it all Pole made him strip, think my opps work at Truth Lyin' through his lips, be done popped him in his tooth If you see me with it, then my niggas got it too Shit, we crammed up in the whip, got bitches hoppin' out of coupes [Verse 2: TrDee] Noodle knockers with me, don't get hit up in your top Told my bitch don't give me shit for Christmas but a Glock Saw the ice and she said it make her feel kinda hot Flippin' out her panties, tryna fuck me on the spot In the Yukon, shooters trailin' just like Portland Pull up last-minute buzzer beater, Michael Jordan Always jumpin' shitty, Truman Show like they recordin' 'Fit cost your rent, don't even think you can afford it Buffies on me white, Mariah Carey, "All I Want For Christmas" Is you niggas stop dick suckin' and actin' like some bitches I can teach you somethin' 'cause I really went from rags to riches Mad as hell 'cause I just put my money on the fuckin' Pistons We could lose every single game, I ain't switchin' teams ShittyBoyz 'til I D-I-E, nigga, what you mean? Bad bitch, I be tryna stab her, told her call me Scream All I want is money, I'm addicted like your favorite fiend [Verse 3: BabyTron] You wake up, hit a breeze, I wake up, hit the bank You would think an easel in the booth, I got a pic' to paint When I got that clipboard, they think I'm Steve Kerr If I keep sippin' all this dirty stuff, might grow some ringworm Teamwork makes the dream work, you want a ring, right? Pussy scared to put some money down, give her some pink dice Popped out in public, all the hoes thought they done seen Christ Opened up a 'bow of fart and got some pink eye Thinkin' you gon' try somethin' to us, you better think twice Print the check out in the whip and then drop it, I ain't even let the ink dry The ceiling was the sky, now it's the floor, you better reach high Big stepper, when I see my fours, it be fee-fi They had a lil' empire built until the king died Canada Goose, Bathing Ape, like let me swing by I got young bull still scammin', talkin' 'bout bring chimes Ten wasp decals, this the beehive Life not a song, you can't pause, you can't rewind I could probably walk on water, I could read blind What I'm off right now, this ain't a weed high V-cut, gram of shrooms, and I poured up three lines I'm a hippie now, the middle finger, it's a peace sign Yeah, I took an L, but I'll be fine (Yeah, I took an L, but I'll be fine) [Outro: BabyTron] ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, long live $cam, you know? Hey, hey, nyah