ShittyBoyz - Cheers B!tch lyrics

Little nigga but my pockets yeah, okay
(313 Mafia)

Little nigga but my pockets big bone
When I'm done fucking
One and done she get sent home
Drop a opp in the pop, get him sipped on
I'm a ShittyBoy
You know I gotta put that shit on
Catch me outta town in a fast whip
With a couple racks on me and a bad bitch
Niggas really broke but they act rich
You can't get to that point
If you don't stack shit

Deep in yo bitch guts
I got pluses on my ass, Ksubis ripped up
Double G's on my hoodie, Gucci zipped up
SBDSM, bitch, we on some movie shit, huh
Closet full of geese and they
All came from Canada
Fifth round with yo bitch, boy
She got some stamina
Gotta know you not shitting if you
Not a fan of us dog shit make the denim sag
When I'm standing up

Fuck around, put a dub on his top (Brr)
You can't sip, this is drugs in my pop
(Damn)
You be acting like the plug but you not
See an opp, ARP make him run up the block
See an opp, hop out, throw him in the trunk
Bro caught a headshot, throw him in the blunt
(Brr) shitty got some military aim
Little brodie like a Tide stick
Hitting every stain
Only zaza when I'm hitting Mary Jane (Phew)

Bitch tryna get me on my Ethika's
Niggas fake as hell like some replicas
We gon' win, I hope yo ass bet on us
You bleed just like me
I'ma be scared for what?

Huh, what the fuck should I be scared for?
I ain't ducking shit
I'm in the field like a scarecrow
Hit it once and toss her to the gang, bitch
I share hoes
See me with some pape', you know it's mine
I don't share Pros

I'm with pure Pit's, you a pure bitch
This a quarter ticket whip so I steer lit
I don't know where you at
But it's nowhere near this
Me and bro got double cups like, "Cheers
Bitch"
I ain't finna chill, I'm finna slide
Bitch head so good, I'm finna cry
Take the Striker
Slide around and then I gotta switch the ride
Put a bitch in the blender
Leave her at the finish line
Damn near live in Somerset
Fifty thousand on the drip
I bet I live this summer wet
It's a dirty game
Call one and catch another TEC

Bro'll up his pipe and wet you
How he ain't a plumber yet? (Okay, alright)
Think I'm Roger Federer
Keep some racks on me
Unky say he got some better work
Thinking 'bout my cheese? Aim up top
And get his cheddar burnt
What you make a month at Mickey
D's is what my sweater worth
You know we forever turnt

Choppa sing like autotune, it's my Lil Durk
I just touched down in Philly
Feel like Jalen Hurts
Catch' em on the wrong side and
Leave 'em in the dirt
Took her out to dinner so you
Know she ate me like dessert
I get to preaching like a pastor
Life just like a book
He only had a couple chapters