Bubble Guts

Lyrics

[Intro: StanWill] (Wassup, JP) Looking at my Ayy, looking at myself like Ayy [Verse 1: StanWill] Looking at myself like, damn, I'm ugly than a bitch Thinking to myself like I might be ugly but I'm rich I just spent a thousand on some shoes, on some fuck it shit All I know is jam and slide, wouldn't touch a brick Bitch talk a lot like, damn, can you suck my dick? Bougie than a motherfucker, boy, you couldn't touch my bitch Would never throw a fist, how ironic that I punched a blick ShittyBoyz shitting, how ironic that I'm up some shit [Verse 2: D. Deshaun] Ayy, I walk past all the pretty hoes, wanna blow a kiss Tell me how you 'posed to make a bag, you won't take a risk Just shot a ground breaker, hit maker, I can never miss Crossed another goal off the list, smoking out the zip Now who told these lil' niggas they could fuck with us? With the ShittyBoyz, ShittyBoy got the bubblе guts I'm hopping in and out these hoes' hеarts like it's Double Dutch Tongue out like I'm MJ, scoring in a clutch It take time, wanna run it up? You ain't got to rush It can get depressing if these niggas think 'bout pressing us I heard the opps running out of money, running out of luck I wake up early, getting to the bucks, time to run it up [Verse 3: StanWill] Keep some Charmin on me everywhere I go, I'm fucking shitting Think I need a heavyweight belt, bitch, I punch like 'Lista He brought some knuckles to a gun fight, that's a dumb decision I think the opps some vegetarians 'cause they don't touch no chicken Blicky on me, giffies on me, I'm in LA tripping Might be skinny but I flex like I'm in LA Fitness Niggas all bark with no bite, I can tell they bitches Chilling in a room full of models, I can tell they tempted [Verse 4: D. Deshaun] Now how you gon' see me and you ain't got the vision? I wake up and replenish in the kitchen, something like a chemist Niggas cannot hang with the gang, out here acting timid We up at Saks Fifth spending chips on designer denim I tried to put yo mans on some BINs, it just wasn't in him He tried to walk a mile in my Forces but they couldn't fit him I'm tip-toeing on this beat, lighter than a feather Yo bitch wanna roll with the clique but you wouldn't let her [Verse 5: StanWill] Ayy, I can trip and fall on my ass, still run it up You know all my dawgs got a MAG, still knuckle up Guess I gotta ball with a mask, fuck Corona, huh You can catch me all in my bag, play with luggage, huh Ayy, I could probably skydive and wouldn't fall off We'll blow him sky high, he acting all tough Ayy, gave D. Deshaun a high five, we fucked 'em all up Ayy, showed this lil' bitch a light five and got my balls sucked Shippy after shippy after shippy, shout-out Amazon Granny after granny after granny, it's a scamathon They think it's Zac Efron and Corbin Bleu but it's just Stan and Tron I just punched the Yeezys off the site, I don't stand in line