Bankroll Reese, ShittyBoyz - Lob City lyrics

What up, Stan? yeah, what up, Tron?
Ayy, ayy (Damn, JakeSand)

Yeah, the Presi' full of boogers like
Trump wiped his nose on it
He was talking slick out his neck so I on him
Face card good with the plug
Never stole from him
Sent that nigga straight up to God
I'm a soul donor
If this bitch take a pic, I'ma Stone Cold her
Got to living in her walls, I'm a home owner
Yeah, I feel like Jaiswan
Got the cold shoulder
I hit that bitch like a dog
Told her roll over

You cannot be a gang, you are not Shitty
Throw that bitch up to Reese, boy
That's Lob City can you with the sauce? Boy
Are the opps litty?
Uncle Drew with the chop, I'll drop fifty
Chase my exotics with еssential water
ShittyBoyz, bitch
The wholе gang step regardless
Jumped in the deep end, end up next to Marlin
Go to war with us? You
Gon' need some extra armor

I'll have bro draw the chop
He a sketch artist
Looking like I punt paint brushes
I'm a step artist
Might rock a lil' Comme des
But my chest heartless
If my mans got that sack on him
I'ma left guard him
Let me scrumble 'round for a fuck to give
You could be a pedophile and
You couldn't touch the kid
Jugged a ham and went to brunch at ten
Jumped in the deep end and
I came up with fins

Nigga try to bug me? Get him stepped on
Bitch, I'm getting turned off
What the neck on?
Bitch, I'm feeling like a boss
Come get flexed on
I'm finna take him up top, he got a vest on

Lil' freak, jam dick in her neckbone
He up fist, now his whole damn chest gone
Play it crazy to the bitch like
"My text broke" made him take it off like
A middle school dress code

Boy tried to scrap and got his rest on
I done made a hunnid plus with this Tech on
Passed her to Tron, she got blessed on
My smart-ass white bitch got the best dome

Ayy, I'm and young and turnt
They tryna raid me
Pockets thick as hell like mash potatoes
Life gravy feds steady tryna give me time
Flavor Flav me she made spit bubbles like
The bitch had rabies
Ayy, damn, I'm feeling wavy
Bitch wet as hell, I almost drowned
She had to save me
Nigga, this exotic, sixty-five for a eighthy
I'm beating on my chest in Bathing Ape
They can't tame me

Beating on my chest in Bathing Ape
Baby Milo on me
Moon Mist with the crushed ice
Got a styro' on me
Huh, skinny jeans full of fire
I got pyro on me i just threw a touchdown
You seen the spiral, homie?
I got God on my right, devil on my left
Shooting plays out of town, boy
The pedal getting pressed
Schwarzenegger, I'll put the metal
To his neck big-ass Yeezys, boy
I got the pressure on his neck

Scam check the score box
Saw four opps, let off four shots
Ran up more pape', now I got more opps
Used to benchride, I'm on court now
Bro in the field with more
Blues than a Lions game
You'll get yo ass blew to Mars
Don't die in space
Monkey nuts on the chopstick
Bro a sliding ape
Yes, yes, ShittyBoyz up, we high as space