ShittyBoyz - Danny & Jake Cypher (feat. YSR Gramz, Grindhard E) lyrics
[ShittyBoyz - Danny & Jake Cypher feat. YSR Gramz, Grindhard E lyrics]
(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)
(Damn, JakeSand)
Experimentin' in the lab, turned my Sprite into a root beer
Summertime Rhude, but the winter, it be Goose gear
In here with the gang, you not official, where your stripes at?
Choke her just like Bart when we fuckin' 'cause she like that
Fucked around and took me some shrooms, I gotta fight back
He was sneak dissin' on the 'Gram and got his life snatched
Jack Sparrow, keep a cannon on me, need an eyepatch
Akhi pop out with that K, they think it's Iraq
Dropped the lo', we killed everybody, they couldn't slide back
Bitch ain't wanna give me head while I was drivin', made her drive back
I ain't got no sauce for the jacks, I'm grabbin' iPads
He ain't got no pape' for a zip, he grabbin' dimebags
Thinkin' that his BoA secured, just watch me bypass
Thinkin' that his Scat Pack fast, watch me fly past
Would've thought my eye black, buffs, they on ice pack
Yeah, you got a gun, but boy, we know that you ain't like that
She like, "Can I wear 'em? I ain't never seen a pair of buffs"
She see how I'm livin', now she's tryna hit me with the cuffs
You know I got Glock for any nigga playin' like he tough
Damn, I feel like Giannis ballin', shit, I'm a Milwaukee Buck
Broke-ass nigga, you and your brother out here sharin' stuff
Paid a hundred for this quarter, finna stuff this bitch in my blunt
He got SI diamonds in his chain, out here tryna stunt
I kicked this bitch out my crib 'cause her head suck
I heard your mans got his ass dropped, keep your head up
Boy, ain't no Rémy, bitch, it's Stily in this Solo
Be done horsed 'em with this stick, they think it's polo
Forty kick like dojo, better not try to kill my mojo
This bitch said her head was crazy, but it's so-so
Only chow expensive, every day, it's Fogo
You would never see me with no codefendant when I slide, I'm goin' dolo
Ridin' in a drophead, it ain't a four-door
Nigga said he was plugged in with the 'za, but I don't know though
Can't believe this nigga sneak dissin' with a bitch, he broke the bro code
Spice talkin' got the rap game in a chokehold
Made a hundred bands in the trap, it wasn't no dope sold
(Damn, JakeSand)
Experimentin' in the lab, turned my Sprite into a root beer
Summertime Rhude, but the winter, it be Goose gear
In here with the gang, you not official, where your stripes at?
Choke her just like Bart when we fuckin' 'cause she like that
Fucked around and took me some shrooms, I gotta fight back
He was sneak dissin' on the 'Gram and got his life snatched
Jack Sparrow, keep a cannon on me, need an eyepatch
Akhi pop out with that K, they think it's Iraq
Dropped the lo', we killed everybody, they couldn't slide back
Bitch ain't wanna give me head while I was drivin', made her drive back
I ain't got no sauce for the jacks, I'm grabbin' iPads
He ain't got no pape' for a zip, he grabbin' dimebags
Thinkin' that his BoA secured, just watch me bypass
Thinkin' that his Scat Pack fast, watch me fly past
Would've thought my eye black, buffs, they on ice pack
Yeah, you got a gun, but boy, we know that you ain't like that
She like, "Can I wear 'em? I ain't never seen a pair of buffs"
She see how I'm livin', now she's tryna hit me with the cuffs
You know I got Glock for any nigga playin' like he tough
Damn, I feel like Giannis ballin', shit, I'm a Milwaukee Buck
Broke-ass nigga, you and your brother out here sharin' stuff
Paid a hundred for this quarter, finna stuff this bitch in my blunt
He got SI diamonds in his chain, out here tryna stunt
I kicked this bitch out my crib 'cause her head suck
I heard your mans got his ass dropped, keep your head up
Boy, ain't no Rémy, bitch, it's Stily in this Solo
Be done horsed 'em with this stick, they think it's polo
Forty kick like dojo, better not try to kill my mojo
This bitch said her head was crazy, but it's so-so
Only chow expensive, every day, it's Fogo
You would never see me with no codefendant when I slide, I'm goin' dolo
Ridin' in a drophead, it ain't a four-door
Nigga said he was plugged in with the 'za, but I don't know though
Can't believe this nigga sneak dissin' with a bitch, he broke the bro code
Spice talkin' got the rap game in a chokehold
Made a hundred bands in the trap, it wasn't no dope sold