Bankroll Reese, ShittyBoyz - Missed Call lyrics
[Bankroll Reese, ShittyBoyz - Missed Call lyrics]
(You stupid-ass lil' boy)
Ayy, stupid-ass lil' boy, huh
What up, Stan? What up, Reese?
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (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 likely fucking
Real ShittyBoy, me and gang
We ride with plungеrs
That mean we got sticks around
360 on a bitch, I done spint hеr 'round
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 Manute Bol
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
Ayy, 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 Mike Epps through
Ayy, 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
Ayy, stupid-ass lil' boy, huh
What up, Stan? What up, Reese?
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (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 likely fucking
Real ShittyBoy, me and gang
We ride with plungеrs
That mean we got sticks around
360 on a bitch, I done spint hеr 'round
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 Manute Bol
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
Ayy, 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 Mike Epps through
Ayy, 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