ShittyBoyz - 12:58 in NYC lyrics

Ayy (Hokatiwi)
Ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz

That's on God that we next to blow
BIN God, this a six you will never know
Most hated where I'm from
It's whatever though
Knockout chop, the K'll turn him
To the letter O
Ha ha, that means I'll put a hole in him
Call the bitch "Andrew"
This little ho wigging
Balling overtime, I used to get no minutes
Caught him drinking lemonade and shot him
Cole Bennett

It's so sick we talk wet on these samples
She sent me a booty pic and ask can I handle
Not playing with these niggas like
I got a broke ankle
Without Steve I would've been broke
I'm so thankful
Boy, you should stop standing if
You don't wanna die
See my mans, he wanna fuck, girl
He just really shy
Hit you with the K like I'm
Mad and I'm really dry
When I'm talking chopsticks, no
I'm not eating Thai

I don't serve Google Chrome
Bitch is Swiper, fox
Gamebreaker chop, when it shoot, boy
It fires shots when I leave the store
That's when the fire stops
'Cause the car heat
It don't matter if I slide or not
I can teach you how to punch, kung fu master
Tried to trap with the double team
Now it's two Caspers
Me and bro both slam so we two slashers
Got the opps hating from behind
Told 'em move faster

Won't stop till a butler in my crib
MIA season, bitch, I'm punching off the grid
Used to act fake
Now they fucking with the kid
Bitch used to play
I'm in her stomach touching ribs
A hunnid till I'm dead, hunnid since birth
Shoot the 40 one time, boy, I'm coming Dirk
Won't fight a soul, boy
I'm punching at the clerk
I'm a breadhead, spilling crumbs on my shirt

Up a big bro, I can do it
Yo bitch ain't shit, lil' nigga
I can prove it if cap was a language
Then you niggas would be fluent
Getting money was a class
Then you niggas would be truant
I'm in NY, looking for Spider-Man
Tron got fire on him, please call the fireman
You don't suck dick? Please leave
That's a requirement
Bro in the class hooking up like a scientist

In the lab, I ain't talking Hip Hop
Credit theft
God asking me when the sins stop
I ain't gon' lie
Probably won't if the BIN pop
Fire on the road
Just burnt through the tenth stop
Talking love got me bent like an elbow
Wear my heart on my shirt, what I tell hoes
Niggas snake
Probably couldn't even spell "bro"
Shoes on my feet, foreign, dawg
You can't spell those

Flaming with the slides like a Molotov
Capping-ass boy, you a bottle top
Hitting stores, boy, but I gotta stop
The Visa like BabyTron, boy, it's gotta pop

Tron, you snap too much, boy, you gotta stop
BIN hit for a BIN so I gotta shop
This money get any bitch so I got a lot
She was real ugly with a ass so I got the top

Fight me? You better off tryna sock The Rock
'Cause my dawg, he a demon
He'll pop the Glock
Shooter playing Minecraft
He'll chop a block
Soul let him think they on go
He'll stop a opp

BINs hit forever
Hit the mall and get whatever
Shoot a shot with my bitch
She a rim protector
Jam readers with the work
I'm a chip neglector
Vlogging in the mall with two sticks
Put the clips together

I just rawed her, baby, we can't be together
I'ma fuck you once good
We can't see each other
They tryna copy me, nigga
We can't be each other
I ain't wrestling KD, boy
I keep the thunder

Last opp got blew like a Kleenex
Call of Duty stick, foregrip for the reflex
Twenty days on the road, I don't need rest
Master pedal in the Beam', boy
This a speed test