ShittyBoyz - Blast Off lyrics

ShittyBoyz

Fendi drip
I'm euro stepping like I'm Dwyane Wade
I was down bad and made eight in the same day
Jay Ale’s twice a day and
I ain't even gain weight
Can't crack a smile in the bank
That's my game face
I pray to God I make it up
'cause I done sinned a lot
Buffed up, but weigh a buck twenty
I ain't did a squat
Used to work on my step back and my jump shot
The day that I'm broke is the
Day that my lungs stop
I came up off stealing shit
Feel like Gary Payton
Used to sleep on the floor
Ain't even have a blanket since he a demon
Bro gon' send his ass to Satan
Punches so fire
Hit the store like a Super Saiyan
Acting rich but getting
Handouts ain't acceptable
ShittyBoyz got the power
Something like Incredibles
Said that we broke? Brodie
Smacked off an edible i left the store
Make sure my signature ain't legible

ShittyBoy, bitch, I'm hated by the janitors
Time to clock in, man
I know you hate your manager
I'm thrusted up every day up on the calendar
If bro on the road then
The stick riding passenger
On the Web, punching kicks like karate
My bitch hating niggas
Think I fuck with a Nazi
Pro'd up, I stay with bread like salami
Bro bring that plank anywhere like he Jonny
Wrestle who? Bitch, I don't do judo
Squaring up can get your soul
Blew straight to Pluto
Hoes gon' be hoes so I
Play her like I'm Cujo
You ain't hip it to the
ShittyBoyz? Bet y'all boo know
I been plugged in longer
Than y'all television
Mr paint-a-Freak-Bitch-Face
I'm a cosmetician
T-H-R-U-S T, we the definition
And we done seen more power than electricians

"I'ma put you on"
Let me stop lying my ass off
ShittyBoyz, this our year, bitch
We finna blast off
He don't know shit about the
Work so I'ma tax dawg
Bro'll go from zero to a
Hundred like a fastball
Clay got the night vision
Busting with the flash off
"Oh, I'm scared of him
He was busting with the mask off"
Ain't no promo code but I got
It for the half off
How's it feel to see us drop
One vid and we passed y'all?
Bro love the fast money
Guess that he hate patience
Glock 40 send him to the
Moon like a space station
Passing shit out like I
Maxed out my playmaking
Bro put up two sticks
Like he playing PlayStation
Was bad as hell in school
Told my teacher fuck them grades
Don't wake the glizzy up
That bitch tucked away
Used to be a bench warmer
Now I'm known for touching plays
Swiper no swiping
Hit the store and then I snuck away

Swear the gift that I got
Ain't from Santa Claus
BabyTron upping giffies
You would think he Santa Claus
Yeah, I grew up hooping
Now I wouldn't even grab a ball
Broke as a joke
All I can do is laugh at y'all
Made it in rain, bitch
I'm Mr fuck-Y'all Weave-Up
Cameras out so it's only right
I throw the sleeve up shittyBoyz shitting
Come and call for a clean up
Like he Richtown
Relly Rell will shoot your scene up
Talking out yo ass? That'll get
Your soul lifted up
Niggas talking loose, catch 'em out
Watch them stiffen up i was hitting juggs
You was on yo ass hitting blunts
Bitch said I'm broke
She the type to pick a nickel up
Hoes used to pick on me till
I picked my chicken up
Oh, you ten toes? Well the
Stick'll pick yo pivot up
Better zip yo lips 'fore the morgue
Come and zip 'em up
Back from the dead, bitch
The Thrust God risen up

Fuck you, your mama and your dead mans
BabyTron keep a method like I'm Redman
Niggas tryna catch my drip like a headband
Turn 'em into Sonic when he see me
I'm the Eggman bro masked up with two
Sticks like he Deadpool
Tryna fight who? Fight them
Roaches in yo bedroom
Finna run it up, I just need a little legroom
Cutting into bitches like I
Graduated med school stunning hoes
Call me "Stone Cold Sleeve Austin"
You better play it smart like the
Guard that played for Boston
I'm catching plays in the
Field like Tavon Austin
I can get your granddad slept
Have Clayvon off him