ShittyBoyz - Bungee Jumping lyrics

[ShittyBoyz - Bungee Jumping lyrics]

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Aw shit, I could come through, talk shit
Walk drip
Took a loss once but I'm never off, bitch
All bricks, turn 'em in, now
Just watch me ball, bitch
I'm the chosen one, I ain't lying
That's the fucking truth
Took a lil' jump off the porch
Now I jump in coupes
Fell off, bounce back, I'm a bungee jumper
Dude high as hell, got the munchies, yeah
I'm finna punch some food

Look, dummy, I'm a scam master
Flip arounder on this bitch
I'll knock his ass backwards
Five hour road trip
I'm floating up to Grand Traverse
Spilling steak sauce on Dior
Where's my damn manners?

Wipe a nigga nose then I'm
Fucking on his bitch
Be a couple months before the
Rollie on my wrist
Got some more choppеrs for
The niggas throwing fit's
I been running through the hoes likе
A nigga called a blitz i'm a big flexer
Middle finger to you niggas hating
Catching plays, getting cake
You the nigga caking
Ask what Tr is, you the nigga faking
Going state to state with slides, nigga
What you taking?
You a demon, oh shit, girl, I'm finna nut
My white bitch wanna know if
I could punch a butt
She ain't down to do the team
Then she out of luck
Niggas want beef but be dodging
Like a fucking truck

Hmm, fee-fi-fo, I'm Balenci stepping
Ten ball on me with a dime
My bitch impressive
Ride around like the task force
We got fifty weapons
I done came Yeezys on a bitch
My kicks reflective
Cooking up with that, feel like Guy Fieri
Bitch thought I had leggings on
They was Mike Amiris
Is that a broke bitch? I
Don't like 'em near me i just loaded up
Finna punch like I'm Tyson Fury
Told punch me in
AP'd off a uppercut, finna punch again
I just paid three slips for lunch again
Skrrt, skrrting in a Lamb' truck
I'm like fuck a Benz

Ayy, Stan, I got a play, bro
Let's get it in
I was sliding just like hockey
I ain't need a PIN
I was talking to the lord
Like I ain't wanna sin
But the shit gon' pay the bills, man
I gotta win

Boy, don't knuckle up, I bought a AR
Mister Smith on my fake ID, I ain't JR
Bitch, keep yo clothes on
I just want the face card
If we get caught with that, shh
It ain't ours

Aw shit, I could come through, talk shit
Walk drip
Took a loss once but I'm never off, bitch
All bricks, turn 'em in, now
Just watch me ball, bitch
I'm the chosen one, I ain't lying
That's the fucking truth
Took a lil' jump off the porch
Now I jump in coupes
Fell off, bounce back, I'm a bungee jumper
Dude high as hell, got the munchies, yeah
I'm finna punch some food

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