ShittyBoyz - A Damn Classic lyrics

(Shit, that's a Danny G beat)
Huh, ayy, damn

Huh, bitch, I'm energized
Tippy-toes say "43", this a different size
I can thrust up, you fucked up
We live different lives
I'll blow the cape off him
Glock got some Kryptonite
Text her at 10: 17 like
"Put the WAP on me"
Turned the trap to Benihana's
I got the chop on me
Unc' running 'round like Dwayne
He got the rock on him
Funny how the green light stopped him
That's the Glock on me
I just hit Walmart and caused a fire drill
Tron in the Challey
He just love how the tires squeal
Bitch want a scammer, she wanna
Know what it's like, for real
That damn Hutch, he hit my
Neck with some ice, for real

Yo damn bitch
She done hit me with some crazy head
They can start the beef but we
Ain't stopping till the niggas dead
Knew this shit was real when I
Was making money in a bed
Knew I really had a roll when
It was falling when I spread
Knew she really had me bent 'cause she
Want me to punch her rent
They get caught, you keep it pushing, boy
You better hop the fence
I can really get you money
All you need is common sense
I can hit them niggas coming
Ain't no need to call a hit
She telling me that pussy mine
You really think it's only yours?
Told that boy to use his mind before
We mop it with the floor
Tell that nigga check the camera
Before he answer any door
Used to fuck up all the Wally's
Now we hitting every store

Bitch a demon, whip a Demon, shit
I guess I live in Hell amiri thigh pads
Shit is looking like the NFL
Headhunter posted up on sweeters
They like LOL
You gon' bring yo motherfucking
Knuckles? That's a tale, for real
Glock 30 looking like that bitch
Off a dick pill i can wake up in a pissy
Bed and be the shit still
High as hell dunking on yo bitch
I'm finna windmill
Chain ain't make the waitress wanna fuck
I bet the tip will
Oh okay, your socks blower badge
Hall of Fame
Damn, bitch, yo breath hot as hell
Yo shit like a flame gave her good dick
Now she tryna hide my PlayStation
Sniper catch you walking out yo door, yeah
He gon' end patience

Bitch tugging on my Amiris asking
Where that penis at
I think these niggas flat-chested hoes
They ain't see no racks
Bitch looking at my drip like
"Where the fuck is Nemo at?"
Walking out the set like, shit
I left some cheese in Saks
Kenzo with the stick, huh
This ain't no Tigers game
Plastic with the chip, huh
This how the swipers play
Catch me with the blick, huh, boy
Don't die today
I'll break his fucking surfboard
Tryna ride this wave

It ain't Tuesday
He gon' still eat a couple shells
I could get you what you need
They gotta send it through the mail
Like some teachers hating on me
Niggas wanna see me fail
Up the trophies on the 'Gram
I know some niggas' faces still
Wealthy on, Crocs on, still hit yo bitch
Posted with the Punch God
Bitch think I'm rich
Some blues on me, blue coat
Niggas think I Crip
Mask on, shooting shit, I'ma call him RIP

Dickhead, bitch cried her heart out
And I laughed at her bitch, I shop-shop
Saks knows me as a bag dragger
I'm just tryna win, if it makes sense
Pass the bag backwards bitch, I'm big high
Catch me drooling on a crab platter
80K in dubs, backpack, I had to jam pack
Halfback and touchdown, I'm OT
I'm Scat Packing
Think the hoes love me, half staring
Other half laughing
I ain't gon' lie, Stan and Dee
This a damn classic

(Shit, that's a Danny G beat) ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz