Skilla Baby, ShittyBoyz - Crunch Wrap Supreme lyrics

Up a fist and get yo ho-ass smacked
Or Skilla'll put the beat on you  black
Throw a skully on,  boy, we know that’s cap
That ain't a boner, bitch
That's a whole-ass rack

Ayy, let him stand ten
Bro’ll knock the heart out him
Chop do him shitty
Probably knock a fart out him
Seen them M's coming so
I'm feeling part profit
Got a Bon Jovi Visa on me so the card rocking

Huh
I got high and transformed like a Megatron
I might dunk on Boban if I stand on Tron
Who that bitch hear me ghost? Might be Cardi
I know my teacher shitty, boy, I'm TrDee

Teacher used to hate me, I was tardy
My new bitch exclusive, she a Barbie
She don't get shit for
Christmas 'cause she naughty
I know the drawers dropping if I
Pull up in a Audi

Triple S, let me found out you rocking FUBU
Somewhere in yo bitch throat
While I'm watching Hulu
Surfing in this foreign bitch
She from Honolulu sticked up in that field
Feel like Shaka Zulu

Think I spinned a wheel through this bitch
Got a fortune on me
My bitch ain't from the continent
Got a foreign on me
Can’t pronounce the name of my whip, boy
It’s foreigns only
If we catch a opp at that bitch
We gon' torch the Coney

Oh, he ain’t die? Mm hmm, torch the hospital
Balling up in Saks, drop thirty
I did not dribble
Go ahead and cock yo fist back
I'ma cock pistol leave his shirt red
I'm sticked up like a popsicle

Baby, let's get straight to the point, boo
Let’s not riddle
When my Glock tell jokes, it say hospital
I cop whole meals now, I used to cop nickels
I know her ass was fake, it did not jiggle

You sit around on yo ass, nigga
Is you cripple? I knew I wasn't shit
I treat a dime like a nickel
Been a big boss
What the fuck is Malcolm in the Middle?
Bro keep staring, hold on, Stan
Watch me throw the signal

Sauce God, feel like Sweet Baby Ray, nigga
I ain't a father but I got baby K, nigga
He ain't SB then I can't AVA with him
You a super ham, why you tryna save the day
Nigga?

Give him thirty-five then twenty-five, DJ BJ
Ten vanilla five hundreds leaving
Out a speedway
Looking like Optimus flying up the freeway
Feeling like a pirate
Pieces hitting down in PA

Rap niggas in they feelings
They might be gay when I rap it say replay
Slide in that bitch DM, I don't scam though
High as hell, when I land-o
It's at the bando

Pulled this gay bitch
Told her throw away the dildo
They don't like me but they on my page
Niggas weirdos
How you got the Fraud Bible, nigga
And you still broke?
I ain't even have to grab her
Head and she still choke

Yeah, I'm broke as fuck, that was sarcasm
Bro in the kitchen whipping
Having arm spasms
DDT Visa work, boy, this card slamming
Every time I talk to a slut
It's like my heart vanish

Up a fist and get yo ho-ass smacked
Or Skilla'll put the beat on you black
Throw a skully on, boy, we know that's cap
That ain't a boner, bitch
That's a whole-ass rack