Fuck the Booth

Lyrics

[Intro] (Jxckk just want a drank) (Thank you, GC) SBDSM (Oh, snap, open up, open up, fuck you doin'?) [Verse 1: TrDee] Throw the brick in the water, make it splash, Chris Smoove (Splash, splash) Please stop acting like you bought it, you ain't that dude (You a ho) Lil' bro always startin' shit like some bad food (Damn) Am I really up? Shit, do a freak bitch got nudes? [Verse 2: StanWill] We be hopping out with shit you see on Call of Duty (Frrt) No, for real, flash, beam and extended mags (Yeah) Toss a bullet like I'm Aaron Rodgers, they can't get a pass (Fah, fah) If I like the bitch, we hit Miami, she can get an ass (Come here) [Verse 3: TrDee] Two chain Stan, ridin' with the biggest shitter Glocky got a beam, chase him likе we drinking liquor (Come herе) Mr. Jump In Shitty Then Forget To Take A Picture (Shit) I just hit his bitch, he texting me like, "You a nigga" (Damn) [Verse 4: StanWill] I ain't gotta show no pape', the bitches know who richer Fuck it, I might skip the AP, go straight to a Richard (Millie) Bitch, they know my last name "Scam," they know my first name "Mr." (Scam) Made her eat my Snickers bar, you must be Hershey, 'cause you kissed her [Verse 5: TrDee] Lame-ass nigga kissing freak hoes, who raised you? (Who the fuck?) I'ma start asking dick suckers like, "Who paid you?" (Who paid you?) I just had to cut into my bitch like, "I saved you" We got hella clips, not finna fight but I can Faze you Jack boys might be watching me, I'm straight 'cause I got high alert Bitch, don't get no makeup on this five hunnid dollar shirt I got hella money, no way I can get my feelings hurt Fucked her once, she wanna be like India and Lil Durk (If you know) [Verse 6: StanWill] If it's up, I put Glocks to the opposition Only thing your baby never got was some competition Looking like the zoo on his block, we got llamas spittin' Pull up AMG, hop out chop, we gon' rock the trenches Twenty on my neck, shout out Hutch 'nem Give a fuck, I catch him on the bus, you know I'm bustin' him This bitch said I'm broke, I upped a fifty, told her, "Come again?" (Huh?) She don't like to bring me 'round her girls 'cause I be fucking friends (Ayy) [Verse 7: TrDee] Fuck them niggas, they can't fuck with us, fuck is you talking 'bout? He was talking tough over the 'net but now he signing out (He gone) Everybody going through some shit, fuck is you whining 'bout? (The fuck?) And your label put you on the wall just like a TV mount (Damn) All my pockets full, I feel like Baby but ain't shit little (Racks) Catch him in the morning, we gon' flip him like a McGriddle Left his shirt red like he spilt some of his popsicle (Fah, fah) Please stop acting like a dime, you close to a nickel [Verse 8: StanWill] I like all my money blue Metatarsals showing, I got Mike Amiri runnin' shoes Used to laugh and joke but now I'm rich, they making fun of who? They don't hit me with them M's this year, I might say fuck the booth Shit, I'm getting comfortable Dior bathrobe, fifteen hunnid when I go to sleep Piggies called him up, he got to singing like he Jodeci Pull up, switchy in my balaclava, they won't notice me Bitch a ten but all my pendants icy, she ain't cold as me [Outro: TrDee] Shit Dog Shit Militia SBDSM SBDSM, SBDSM