ShittyBoyz - Forever Litt lyrics
[ShittyBoyz - Forever Litt lyrics]
(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)
(Damn, JakeSand)
I done probably blew your life at Neiman's
Think I need a shovel on my way to scoop some ice from Zeidman's
Unky tryna kick the cup, he tryna fight his demons
Tryna reach'll get you popped, you better play your life strategic
20/20 vision, but it's thirties in the buffs
Brodie need some dish detergent 'cause it's dirty in his cup
Think the trap might fly away 'cause all these birdies in the cut
Chasin' paper in the mornin', wake up early for a buck
You ain't got no money, your two cents really irrelevant
I ain't bust the Glocky in a minute, it's been celibate
No, I cannot put my dick in that 'cause she be sellin' it
I don't give a fuck 'bout what they say 'cause I'm forever lit
I can teach you how to do it, fuck it, call me coach
He'll hit you from the corner, all he need is a scope
Niggas threw me in that water, I couldn't even float
Got my own wave and I'm sailin' on my own boat
It ain't nobody at your concert, that bitch look like sound check
If cuddy ain't complete the mission south, that mean the hound wrecked
Bitches in the crowd tryna throw some out of town neck
We sold ninety-nine 448s, I got a pound left
Off the boomies, I might morph into a pit
You ain't double up, you turned a four into a six
Gotta find the sweet spot, you can't force it with the wrist
Luka Trončić, they don't know if I'ma score or get assists
Think we perfect for each other, huh
This bitch got a BBL, I got a BBC
We done knocked his power out, he think we DTE
Bought a pack-a-punches off my site and every CC pinged
Sippin' out them baby bottles, they like, "What is Stan pourin'?"
Blicky on my hip, ain't gotta put my hands on him
How she ate me up, I had to put the cam on her
You look like a fuckin' statue, you ain't got no damn motion
This bitch tryna eat me like a zombie (Shit)
If this nigga get to reachin', I'ma catch a homi'
Dick put her to sleep like she was sippin' on some Wocky
You can't come around if you ain't down to catch a body
Watchin' niggas ball, man, y'all niggas just the cheerleaders
Glocky made 'em run, shit, I feel just like a gym teacher
Tried to slide, now his car leanin' like a two-liter
I cannot control my animals, I'm not a zookeeper (Brrt)
Stuffin' blues into my hoodie, I done turned it to a jean jacket
Walk 'em down, if this was Call of Duty, would've tea-bagged 'em
Layin' in your lawn with fully switch, sound like I'm weed-whackin'
Piece smackin', got a fire six, this some free fashion
High as hell havin' a bad trip like some turbulence (Nyoom)
Why the fuck you actin' like a gangster? Boy, I heard you snitched
That affidavit got your name dirty
If it ain't a five-figure skit, it ain't play-worthy (Swear)
Bitch
(Damn, JakeSand)
I done probably blew your life at Neiman's
Think I need a shovel on my way to scoop some ice from Zeidman's
Unky tryna kick the cup, he tryna fight his demons
Tryna reach'll get you popped, you better play your life strategic
20/20 vision, but it's thirties in the buffs
Brodie need some dish detergent 'cause it's dirty in his cup
Think the trap might fly away 'cause all these birdies in the cut
Chasin' paper in the mornin', wake up early for a buck
You ain't got no money, your two cents really irrelevant
I ain't bust the Glocky in a minute, it's been celibate
No, I cannot put my dick in that 'cause she be sellin' it
I don't give a fuck 'bout what they say 'cause I'm forever lit
I can teach you how to do it, fuck it, call me coach
He'll hit you from the corner, all he need is a scope
Niggas threw me in that water, I couldn't even float
Got my own wave and I'm sailin' on my own boat
It ain't nobody at your concert, that bitch look like sound check
If cuddy ain't complete the mission south, that mean the hound wrecked
Bitches in the crowd tryna throw some out of town neck
We sold ninety-nine 448s, I got a pound left
Off the boomies, I might morph into a pit
You ain't double up, you turned a four into a six
Gotta find the sweet spot, you can't force it with the wrist
Luka Trončić, they don't know if I'ma score or get assists
Think we perfect for each other, huh
This bitch got a BBL, I got a BBC
We done knocked his power out, he think we DTE
Bought a pack-a-punches off my site and every CC pinged
Sippin' out them baby bottles, they like, "What is Stan pourin'?"
Blicky on my hip, ain't gotta put my hands on him
How she ate me up, I had to put the cam on her
You look like a fuckin' statue, you ain't got no damn motion
This bitch tryna eat me like a zombie (Shit)
If this nigga get to reachin', I'ma catch a homi'
Dick put her to sleep like she was sippin' on some Wocky
You can't come around if you ain't down to catch a body
Watchin' niggas ball, man, y'all niggas just the cheerleaders
Glocky made 'em run, shit, I feel just like a gym teacher
Tried to slide, now his car leanin' like a two-liter
I cannot control my animals, I'm not a zookeeper (Brrt)
Stuffin' blues into my hoodie, I done turned it to a jean jacket
Walk 'em down, if this was Call of Duty, would've tea-bagged 'em
Layin' in your lawn with fully switch, sound like I'm weed-whackin'
Piece smackin', got a fire six, this some free fashion
High as hell havin' a bad trip like some turbulence (Nyoom)
Why the fuck you actin' like a gangster? Boy, I heard you snitched
That affidavit got your name dirty
If it ain't a five-figure skit, it ain't play-worthy (Swear)
Bitch