ShittyBoyz, Bankroll Reese - Missed Call lyrics

You stupid-ass lil' boy
Aye, stupid-ass lil' boy, huh
What up, Stan? What up, Reese?
Aye, aye, aye, aye shittyBoyz

Rusty-ass boy need WD-40
Pockets fat as hell like I fuck with E-40
Jumped in the deep end, never seen Dory
Laying with a cold bitch drinking
And the piece foreign
Visa from the Netherlands
This bitch got the demon
Head but she heaven-sent
GOAT DNA, bitch, you can't question it
Heavy-ass Triple S, I could press a brick

Been a scammer since birth
I'm a shiesty fuck
You bought ninety pieces and
Declined off ninety numbers
Man, yo bitch? I'm most likеly fucking
Real ShittyBoy, me and gang
We ridе with plungers
That mean we got sticks around
360 on a bitch, I done spint around
If it's up
Bro'll make a opp hit the ground
She gon' go poof if you
Bring yo bitch around

I could make hit's, take hit's
Or I could do both i just got a chop
The clip longer than my new bow
Just had yo bitch in her feelings
Did her too bold if it's really beef
I grab the heat like it's too cold
Aye, now they finna say I came heat
I watched everybody 'round me change
But I'm the same me
Niggas tried to knock me off my pivot
I ain't changed feet
Old hoes get the dang face
With the gang three

Good punch turned my closet into Foot Locker
Ran the check the fuck up, I'm a jugg doctor
Ran the check the fuck up
I need a foot doctor
You ain't aiming for my head
You a foot popper

SmackDown punch work, I came Scotty 2 Hotty
Big drip, boy, yo bitch sick I came tsunami
Drifted on 'em out, turn a Scat to a Ducati
Caught him skywalking at the set and
Knock the Luke out him

With the ShittyBoyz
Cutting up like the Ninja Turtles
I be really dripping Off White
But my denim purple
And my cup full of crushed
Ice but I'm sipping purple
They ain't feel the pressure
Last year, bitch, i'm finna hurdle

Got kicked out of church 'cause
I scammed my reverend
If I hit him with that
He gon' land in Heaven
Jay Ale's now, it used to be anorexic
Shout-out FedEx
I got Apple Jacks for breakfast

Wouldn't put a ring on a
Bitch if she was Neptune
Bitch said she wasn't throwing neck
So I left room
Louis checkers wrapped around my waist
Making chess moves
Crack him up with the chop, I brought

Aye, but ain't shit funny
You ain't throwing neck? Bitch
You ain't got shit for me
They like, "What's that hanging out
That bitch?", that's the clip, dummy
And I'm steady leaning off the
Juice like a sick mummy

Throw a jab? Fuck around and
Get yo ass killed the gang speed cranked up
You can't pass this
I'm a Ksubi rocker, love how the pants fit
Jam dick in yo bitch then I jam chips

If it's pape on the floor, I'ma lay down
More slides, OT, than a playground
I'll bust him if I catch him on a greyhound
We on ten with him if we
Catch him up on 8 Mile

Niggas tapping in for the sauce, this shit A1
I could pass it off or shoot
The pill like I'm Trae Young
Never folded shit, tatted on me since day one
Bitch called my phone talking crazy
Had to hang up