ShittyBoyz - 50 Boyz lyrics
[ShittyBoyz - 50 Boyz lyrics]
(RJ always trippin', man, RJ always trippin', man)
Fiends on the block doin'- out some Reynolds Wrap
We with all the fuckery, we hop out tryna temple tap
How you keep gettin' robbed? Go and get a strap
Niggas told me I was fallin' off, man, I needed that
Really up, hope you know that I don't need to rap
If you talkin' money, bitch, I'm everywhere you see it at
Code talkin' with my plug, shit, he say he need a month
Oh, okay, four weeks or twenty-eight, you keepin' up?
I be really gettin' money, you think that I give a fuck?
Tryna get your bag right, you gotta put your feelings up
Rockin' Christian, bitch, I'm everything but holy, though
Say they wanna see me score, but actin' like the goalie, though
On Rodeo in some red bottoms, they on rodeo
No motion, that's disgusting, I'd rather slowly grow
Jeans say "from Tokyo," I'm lookin' Japanese off 'za
Frames tinted up, they don't even know I'm in here high
Most wanted, ridin' with the baddest bitch
I be fresh as hell and then forget to take a pic
Steppin' out the crib, can't forget to take the blick
Lil' brodie like a gymnast, all he know is make a flip
It's the O, I take a sip, huh, boy, this cup too dirty
(Time traveling, caught him at three, but we bust two 30s)
Whole gang blowin' money fast like the 50 Boyz
This ain't alcohol, sippin' drank, we the tipsy boys
See 12, NFL Combine, get shifty, boy
Pullin' up like Melo at the Garden, droppin' sixty, boy
Record her, feel like a director, call me Spike Dee
I'm gettin' to it, I don't care 'bout who don't like me
Tryna fight me, be done blew the fingers off his fist
Jugg phone slappin', be done turned the ringer off this bitch
Unky, he addicted, sippin' by the liter out this bitch
Bitch, I'm number one, Smitty WerbenJagerManJensen
Here my granny goin' lecturin', hate a damn lesson
I knew he wouldn't even shoot it, seen his hand sweatin'
If he ain't get shot, we beat him with a jammed weapon
I hate a broke bitch, they make me itch, stay away
Stackin' up, I'm always ready for a rainy day
A nigga play with one of mines, he gon' die today
Always speakin' on some other niggas, niggas really gay
Sent him to the light 'cause my Glock got the flash on it
Hundred shots, think the bartender left my tab open
Feel like Forrest, I'ma run it up until my calves swollen
Keep a hitstick, he in that field, but ain't no pads on him
(RJ always trippin', man, RJ always trippin', man)
Fiends on the block doin'- out some Reynolds Wrap
We with all the fuckery, we hop out tryna temple tap
How you keep gettin' robbed? Go and get a strap
Niggas told me I was fallin' off, man, I needed that
Really up, hope you know that I don't need to rap
If you talkin' money, bitch, I'm everywhere you see it at
Code talkin' with my plug, shit, he say he need a month
Oh, okay, four weeks or twenty-eight, you keepin' up?
I be really gettin' money, you think that I give a fuck?
Tryna get your bag right, you gotta put your feelings up
Rockin' Christian, bitch, I'm everything but holy, though
Say they wanna see me score, but actin' like the goalie, though
On Rodeo in some red bottoms, they on rodeo
No motion, that's disgusting, I'd rather slowly grow
Jeans say "from Tokyo," I'm lookin' Japanese off 'za
Frames tinted up, they don't even know I'm in here high
Most wanted, ridin' with the baddest bitch
I be fresh as hell and then forget to take a pic
Steppin' out the crib, can't forget to take the blick
Lil' brodie like a gymnast, all he know is make a flip
It's the O, I take a sip, huh, boy, this cup too dirty
(Time traveling, caught him at three, but we bust two 30s)
Whole gang blowin' money fast like the 50 Boyz
This ain't alcohol, sippin' drank, we the tipsy boys
See 12, NFL Combine, get shifty, boy
Pullin' up like Melo at the Garden, droppin' sixty, boy
Record her, feel like a director, call me Spike Dee
I'm gettin' to it, I don't care 'bout who don't like me
Tryna fight me, be done blew the fingers off his fist
Jugg phone slappin', be done turned the ringer off this bitch
Unky, he addicted, sippin' by the liter out this bitch
Bitch, I'm number one, Smitty WerbenJagerManJensen
Here my granny goin' lecturin', hate a damn lesson
I knew he wouldn't even shoot it, seen his hand sweatin'
If he ain't get shot, we beat him with a jammed weapon
I hate a broke bitch, they make me itch, stay away
Stackin' up, I'm always ready for a rainy day
A nigga play with one of mines, he gon' die today
Always speakin' on some other niggas, niggas really gay
Sent him to the light 'cause my Glock got the flash on it
Hundred shots, think the bartender left my tab open
Feel like Forrest, I'ma run it up until my calves swollen
Keep a hitstick, he in that field, but ain't no pads on him
(RJ always trippin', man, RJ always trippin', man)