ShittyBoyz, 10kKev - Sweet Talk lyrics

(Awstria)
Threw this lil' bitch some, bitch, bitch
Ayy shittyBoyz

Threw this lil' bitch some cheese
With her rat-ass
Slid on the opps, 40 clapping like a fat ass
Up twenty iPhone 11s, I'm a jackass
Bitch in the kitchen with the pot
 she a lab rat
My bitch need a whooping, with her bad-ass
ShittyBoyz shitting on you shitty
With your mad-ass

'Bout to snap a pic in front of a white wall
From that point on address me as Jim Paul
Turned on your song and I
Heard a bunch of lies
I just got word a opp was up at Gay Pride

Heard there was pape' off a
Cliff so I leaped off
Got your lil' bitch on my dick
Told her leap off
Fire-ass slide in my pocket
Turn the heat off
Dumbass tried to run off, cut his feet off
Smooth interaction with the clerk
Off the sweet talk bought her some Dior
Told that bitch take the PINK off

Ride around with ten K's, Kev
I'm the Punch God, can I get some cred?
I'm the Punch God, can I get some head?
Come on, doggy, I know that ain't reg'
Y'all know that ain't reg'
We smoking ookiedookiebookie
Hit that bitch with super dick
She had a super booty
This ain't '014, you can't do the Truey
Throw a L in yo face 'cause you losing
Goofy

Shooter build forts up
He pulled up in a super dookie
Sick the opps still dick sucking
Nigga super fruity
Bitch boy steady on my ass, I'ma do a U-ey
Art by Art in a clip, I'll shoot a movie

I'm on tip tonight, lil' bitch
Come make a movie
Off a Perc' 10, she can feel it
Got her feeling groovy
Shh 'cause I snuck in with a toolie
Lil' baby got big guns
I'ma call her "Stewie"

You don't fit in, weirdo
Meijer's ain't popping for the giffies
We at Sears though fat black snitch
You remind me of Carl Winslow

This a eighth, that's a Bud
Light, we can't cheers, bro
Huh, hell nah, we can't tap cups
Bro don't chase niggas, huh, he a fat fuck
Strap right by my nuts
I ain't calling backup

Put the Audi in sports mode and
Leave him in the dust this bitch a groupie
I'm recording and she cool with it
You should've seen her face when she saw me
She was losing it
How the fuck you expect yo bitch
Not to fuck on me?
She fucked the ShittyBoyz, Stan, Tron
And Dee

Huh, goddamn that bitch fucked all three
Ayy, ayy, ayy

Pulling off in a Scat, hasta la vista
Jab like a heavyweight, I'm not Bautista
Powered up off the Perc', I am not Vegeta
Getting head at the Coney
Almost dropped the pita

Got the world on my back, feel like Hercules
Dick ain't hard
That's a rack in my Purple jeans
Mace Windu 'cause my stick got a purple beam
Tried to give me life for
Thrust in the first degree

She said when I do the dash, it make her wet
Stepped out, drip wet, made a puddle
Got me wet that big bitch on a
Somebody pass me Moscato
I do not see a threat

Fit water, I feel like Percy Jackson
Bitch couldn't get fifty cent if
I was Curtis Jackson
Finna suplex your lil' bitch
Off the Perky action
Smack the visor off his head
I heard he capping
I was young with the numbers
I ain't talking fractions
Hit her off the Henny
I don't pay for lashes
Doing fraud in these brand new Air Maxes
Sent him up top
Drop his body like a care package

Like a care package, like a care package ayy
Like a care package, in these Air Maxes