ShittyBoyz - FATALITY lyrics

[ShittyBoyz - FATALITY lyrics]

Good punch from LA, call it "Rajon"
Bro'll chase you down on
That block like he Bron Bron site too fire
 you can't get what BabyTron on
Run up on me? I'ma leave that
Nigga shaking like a pom-pom
Stupid-ass opps tryna munch then they dead
Glock so athletic, let it dunk on yo head
Dick too long, had her jumping off the bed
Fuck using cash, I'd rather punch
Go and ask the fed
Fucking up a New York strip, fuck a T-bone
Pussy too wet
This bitch squirting on my Vlone
Twenty-seven hunnid
Just cashed out on three phones
Dead stock Yeezys
You'll probably cash 'em pre-owned
Sent my bitch in the store off a good debit
Lil' bro shooting
You gon' probably need a good medic
Pray to God that I meet
A dumbass with good credit
Punch here and slide there, boy
I got a jugg fetish

Bitch, I'm all on my cheese
Like a dentist be
Jimmy step in Christians like
He had an administry i just want the credit
Give a fuck 'bout yo identity
Ham said the scam was a scam
She offending me
Man, just go get the phones then go leave
Bro say it's fuck you then you my enemy
Just got blew in the whip, feel like Kennedy
ShittyBoyz broke? Bitch
You fucked up mentally
Boy ain't seeing cheese like he lactose
Oh, that's yo bitch? Better lock
Up that back door fucked off the name
What the fuck I gotta cap for?
Feel like Pillsbury
Got more rolls than a fat ho
Jumped in the deep end, bitch
I'm Hasselhoff
Bro said he got the torched tucked
He won't pass it off he on tip
Don't make them boys go and grab the chalk
Twenty-twenty vision and she still
Blew my glasses off

Spin-a-Roonie on a bitch, feel like Booker T
Seven hundred for the shoes
Ain't no cookin' heat
You took yo pops' whip
Then he took the keys
How you gon' slide on us
When yo tank pushing E?
Feel like Ella Mae, bitch
I'm tripping in these big B's
Feel like Undertaker with these punches
That's a big streak
Lil' bitch blew the whole dick
She a big freak
Ten phones on me, riding 'round
Feel like Big Meech

ShittyBoyz on top, ain't no topping it
In a zone when we locked in
Ain't no stopping it
Niggas want a page in the book
They Stojaković yo bitch a head coach
Call her "Head Popovich"
Let it be a play on the
Floor then I'm mopping it
If the jugg hit one time, I'm re-rocking it
Freak lil' white bitch in
Love with chocolate
If you ain't sucking on the dick
Stop hopping it

Oh, he charged up? Watch me
Give him low battery
I was broke as fuck then
I made a whole strategy
Groupie hoes choosing
Got my main bitch mad at me
Hit him dead in his shit, that's a fatality

Shooter lift you up
Give a fuck about the gravity
Chose off the name
Now I'm all in her anatomy
9 work you out, knocking off a nigga calories
Can teach you how to jugg
Take a class at the academy

Damn, bitch
We was talking wet and it's seven hunnid
On our feet so we talking wet
Damn, who is this?
That's another jugg, I gotta go
Man, I'ma leave the shit talking
To my nigga BabyTron
Niggas know I don't say too much but, ayy
ShittyBoyz

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