Shit Show

Lyrics

[Intro] ShittyBoyz, man, Dog Shit Militia, you know that's on every song I ain't even gotta say too much, but know it's a lot of that and it's a lot of racks around Fuck is you talking 'bout? Y'all know it, yeah, yeah, huh [Verse] .30 in the Glock like he popped a Perc' Slide again when we kill a opp, we gon' pop the hearse If it ain't 'bout pape', we cannot converse Let him ever say it's on the floor, we put the mops to work Huh, two hunnid bucks what my pasta worth X or a V on my back when I rock the shirt I be card-cracking, unky lobbing work It'll be a cold day in Hell and my opps was turnt Bitch think I'm Bigfoot, it's just the Balenci' thangs I feel like a toilet, Dog Shit with a pissy chain Drunk as hell in the strip, making strippies rain Brum-bum-bum-bum in the Glock, let the .50 hang Or I can come titty boy, let the Nicki bang Get them old hunnids out my face, I like Nipsey thangs (Blues) SBDSM, boy, it's strictly gang Seven hunnid horses to the boys, you can't flick me, gang Christian Louboutin did the sneaks, I got rich toes Tell a bitch this ain't a lil' blick, this a big pole Always got some chicken on me, they think I'm a wishbone Jake 'em like tilapia, we catch him in that fishbowl Catch me in the BnB with six hoes Mike Amiri got me looking homeless in these ripped clothes BabyTron keep the diesel like he Citgo Any function that we hit, we turn it to a shitshow If it don't make dollars, it ain't making sense If my mans ever go pig, turn him bacon bits Caught a flight, we on Collins Ave' racing whips Feeling oriental, BAPE on with a blazer, bitch I don't like slow head, told her, "Make it quick" Bougie with the ding-a-ling, I don't hit no basic shit Gang'll put you in a suit, get you tailored quick If you don't catch plays or suck dick, see you later, bitch Bitch used to mean mug, now she get her face fucked Threw the buffs on, told a opp get his weight up Riding 'round with the Aubrey Graham, bitch, I'm Drac'd up Really saving all these thot hoes, put your cape up Put my babies on her face like some makeup For me, shooting shots to these hoes like a layup Do I want a Submarine' or a Datejust? Run off with a penny, if I catch, you better pay up I just left Hutch with some shiny shit Everything that gang do huge, you on tiny shit Running off'll get you popped in the heinie quick Bro wipe his nose, all my slatts be on slimy shit Hitman'll clean the scene on some tidy shit Quick to up the Glocky if he pull up on some ID shit Looking for my Saweetie, I just want a icy bitch Step a opp out in some thousand dollar Nike kicks He don't dress hair, gang like to split wigs Taking hunnid dollar Wocky sips, boy, them big swigs Swimming in the deep, grew some big fins Splurged down Audemar, brodie look like Ben 10 All this drip up in my closet, damn near gotta swim in Should I pop out shooting with the Glocky or the big F&N? Shot a leg out the bopstick and had to switch lens Wet as hell, Shitty' got 'em shitty, we some rich kids Rolling Turtle Pie, brodie in this bitch blowed Make her suck it fast, but she wanna fuck me slow Jumping out the coupe, talking loose up in robes I might tell her, "I ain't got a heart, but it's chrome" I can't hear you 'cause my ear wire hold the phones Glock got a flash, catch a opp, tell him, "Pose" Wocky in the silo, bitch, we not pouring roj' All y'all baby know is chase a bag 'til I'm gone [Outro] Ha, yeah, bitch ('Til I'm gone, fuck is you talking 'bout?) Fuck you talking 'bout, man? ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia (All I know is chase a bag, for real, [?], you feel me?) (Yeah, though, it's a whole lot of that going on) (Gang shit, we don't lane switch, bitch, yeah, ShittyBoyz)