ShittyBoyz - 10:20 At The Lab lyrics
[ShittyBoyz - 10:20 At The Lab lyrics]
Huh, yeah
Huh, ayy (This is a Jay Johnson production)
I be everywhere with Glocky on me
I'm in love with it
I'm in love with pape', jacks, and fraud, no
I can't love a bitch woke up in the morning
Caught a flight like fuck the Oven Mitt
Woke up in the morning calling Hutch
You know I'm coming kit
Crib, stu', shit, any fucking where
You know the blick around
Bartending, when I catch the opps
Shots getting sent around
Love Amazon like when I punch
I know it shipping out
Ain't believe in Santa Claus
Back then but, bitch, i'm gifted now
I'm with Bando at the lab, twenty past ten
Told her turn around just like a
Truck and come and back in
They gon' let us in thе backdoor
I snuck the MAG in
Ran up on him then he frozе up
He was lagging
We'll treat the beat just like it's ping-pong
She keep saying "Groove" is her theme song
Tron keep coughing 'cause the weed strong
He gon' get shot
Keep thinking that he King Kong
Online jabbing everything
I feel like Roy Jones
Pull up shooting, blazing
I'ma get my Brandon Roy on
762s, 223s, you can't avoid those
Won't acknowledge what the fuck he
Saying 'cause that boy broke
Off White on me, it was free
I got it off the fire
Had to turn around in KY
Bitch done lost my writer
Sleeve Nash with Stan dunking
Chips like he Stottlemeyer
Two years ago I was somewhere
Doing fraud in Meijer's
I'm a cheater and a scammer
But I ain't a liar, boo
If Wally's don't got not giffies in
Then I know Meijer's do bIN heat like I hope
The chip reader fireproof
Throw a hunnid at me
I can hit you with a site or two
Somewhere grabbing jacks
Showed my ass like I'm Bam Margera
Fuck the opps
I'll hit yo bitch and I'll scam yo parents
Apple this and that
I ain't never been no fan of carrots
Looking mighty hard
Might fuck around and get
You blam for staring
The wintertime the only time this nigga grind
Kinda feel like Nemo, always hard to find
I don't keep change but, yes, I got a dime
Looking in the mirror like they hate
Me 'cause I really shine
Think we finna fight? I'll up
The stick like, nigga, fight these
She been twerking for a damn hour
She got nice knees
I'ma put yo knees up to yo
Chest just like it's high knees
Know that shit exotic when it
Got you looking Chinese
Foreign drip got me walking
'round looking European
Tryna race to an M but we gon'
Be the first to see it
When I drop a forty-one
The caption gon' be "German Jesus"
So much horse power in this 'vert
This bitch'll burn a demon
Twenty jacks stacked, turn 'em in
Cash a Scat Pack
Twenty SSNs and DOBs, entire pack smacked
This some Turtle Pie, you got some stems
We can't match thrax
Hardbody, touchdown with it like a half back
Huh, ayy (This is a Jay Johnson production)
I be everywhere with Glocky on me
I'm in love with it
I'm in love with pape', jacks, and fraud, no
I can't love a bitch woke up in the morning
Caught a flight like fuck the Oven Mitt
Woke up in the morning calling Hutch
You know I'm coming kit
Crib, stu', shit, any fucking where
You know the blick around
Bartending, when I catch the opps
Shots getting sent around
Love Amazon like when I punch
I know it shipping out
Ain't believe in Santa Claus
Back then but, bitch, i'm gifted now
I'm with Bando at the lab, twenty past ten
Told her turn around just like a
Truck and come and back in
They gon' let us in thе backdoor
I snuck the MAG in
Ran up on him then he frozе up
He was lagging
We'll treat the beat just like it's ping-pong
She keep saying "Groove" is her theme song
Tron keep coughing 'cause the weed strong
He gon' get shot
Keep thinking that he King Kong
Online jabbing everything
I feel like Roy Jones
Pull up shooting, blazing
I'ma get my Brandon Roy on
762s, 223s, you can't avoid those
Won't acknowledge what the fuck he
Saying 'cause that boy broke
Off White on me, it was free
I got it off the fire
Had to turn around in KY
Bitch done lost my writer
Sleeve Nash with Stan dunking
Chips like he Stottlemeyer
Two years ago I was somewhere
Doing fraud in Meijer's
I'm a cheater and a scammer
But I ain't a liar, boo
If Wally's don't got not giffies in
Then I know Meijer's do bIN heat like I hope
The chip reader fireproof
Throw a hunnid at me
I can hit you with a site or two
Somewhere grabbing jacks
Showed my ass like I'm Bam Margera
Fuck the opps
I'll hit yo bitch and I'll scam yo parents
Apple this and that
I ain't never been no fan of carrots
Looking mighty hard
Might fuck around and get
You blam for staring
The wintertime the only time this nigga grind
Kinda feel like Nemo, always hard to find
I don't keep change but, yes, I got a dime
Looking in the mirror like they hate
Me 'cause I really shine
Think we finna fight? I'll up
The stick like, nigga, fight these
She been twerking for a damn hour
She got nice knees
I'ma put yo knees up to yo
Chest just like it's high knees
Know that shit exotic when it
Got you looking Chinese
Foreign drip got me walking
'round looking European
Tryna race to an M but we gon'
Be the first to see it
When I drop a forty-one
The caption gon' be "German Jesus"
So much horse power in this 'vert
This bitch'll burn a demon
Twenty jacks stacked, turn 'em in
Cash a Scat Pack
Twenty SSNs and DOBs, entire pack smacked
This some Turtle Pie, you got some stems
We can't match thrax
Hardbody, touchdown with it like a half back