ShittyBoyz - 3 Peat lyrics
[ShittyBoyz - 3 Peat lyrics]
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz
Bags underneath my eyes, bitch, I need sleep
But I'm out of town jamming till I
Hear a beep-beep
Scoring now, feel like Shaq with the 3P
In the stu' with Helly, nah, boy
Fuck yo free beat
Fireman on my ass 'cause I keep heat
Put your dusty-ass fit's down
Fuck a three piece
Squaring up? I'll send you
Where the priests be
Reaching for the balls? Bitch a freak-freak
Told that bitch give me space
I need three feet
Your whole team full of perping
Niggas that be three deep
She mad, I'm just tryna hit her like a DE
To be a hunnid, I'ma spin her ass like a CD
Tryna wrestle? I ain't Randy Orton though
We walk around with movie clips
We the Warner Bros
I brought that bitch in and
Out like a corner store
Foreign ho sucked the whole dick
Fuck a boring ho
Told her it's my all
Gave that bitch a quarter though
Sixty for a three-five, boy
You can't afford to blow
Love from the bay but I'm onto Florida hoes
Black and white Raf Simons
Stepping in some Oreos
Got real nigga in my veins, you was born a ho
Her mama down stairs
Still make her hit a note
I ain't really wanna hit the ho
We doing ten if they see this, baby
Close the door
It's over for yo granny if I get her SSN
Exquisite Loubs with the spikes
What I'm stepping in
Devil knocking on the door
I can't let him in
Bitch ran off with my heart once
Learned my lesson then
Kung Lao, how I punch you with this mega BIN
Turned dawg swiss cheese if I up the FN then
Do I look like AI? Who you questioning?
Scat too loud
I'ma pull up in the Tesla then
Tryna pull up to the store?
We gotta test this BIN
Real sauce on me, boy, call me "Method Man"
Right hook so strong, I'ma test his chin
Up right now, fuck who next to win
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz
Bags underneath my eyes, bitch, I need sleep
But I'm out of town jamming till I
Hear a beep-beep
Scoring now, feel like Shaq with the 3P
In the stu' with Helly, nah, boy
Fuck yo free beat
Fireman on my ass 'cause I keep heat
Put your dusty-ass fit's down
Fuck a three piece
Squaring up? I'll send you
Where the priests be
Reaching for the balls? Bitch a freak-freak
Told that bitch give me space
I need three feet
Your whole team full of perping
Niggas that be three deep
She mad, I'm just tryna hit her like a DE
To be a hunnid, I'ma spin her ass like a CD
Tryna wrestle? I ain't Randy Orton though
We walk around with movie clips
We the Warner Bros
I brought that bitch in and
Out like a corner store
Foreign ho sucked the whole dick
Fuck a boring ho
Told her it's my all
Gave that bitch a quarter though
Sixty for a three-five, boy
You can't afford to blow
Love from the bay but I'm onto Florida hoes
Black and white Raf Simons
Stepping in some Oreos
Got real nigga in my veins, you was born a ho
Her mama down stairs
Still make her hit a note
I ain't really wanna hit the ho
We doing ten if they see this, baby
Close the door
It's over for yo granny if I get her SSN
Exquisite Loubs with the spikes
What I'm stepping in
Devil knocking on the door
I can't let him in
Bitch ran off with my heart once
Learned my lesson then
Kung Lao, how I punch you with this mega BIN
Turned dawg swiss cheese if I up the FN then
Do I look like AI? Who you questioning?
Scat too loud
I'ma pull up in the Tesla then
Tryna pull up to the store?
We gotta test this BIN
Real sauce on me, boy, call me "Method Man"
Right hook so strong, I'ma test his chin
Up right now, fuck who next to win