ShittyBoyz - GameBreaker lyrics

ShittyBoyz

I got something that you don't
And it's called talent
Fuck Fortnite, scamming is my daily challenge
Word jumped like modstar
 it's jumping off the fucking planet
Talking 'bout bank accounts? You got
Zero in that balance
You ain't fuck up the mall
The mall fucked you up
I was tripping last summer
Off that seven plus
Green Balencis on my feet
Looking like some 7-Up
Bro pull up with that Super Soaker
Watch him wet 'em up
Rockstar jeans and I got the Robins too
Dawg dick sucking but his bitch slobbing too
Came from the mud so I got a lot to prove
Visa this, Visa that
You know I got a lot of blues
Talking 'bout wrestling
Do I look like CM Punk?
Talking 'bout swiping
You ain't ever seen a dump
Caught a dirtball but this choppa
It’ll clean 'em up asking God to bless me
I feel the Devil creeping up

MCM on my waist, fuck a WCW
Balling on these niggas, busting ass
That’s what hustle do
Setting plays on the team
You can get yo huddle blew
Relly Rell got the 9 tucked
He won't tussle you
Seven hun' on some shoes I ain't laced up
Fuck that, fit still a band from the waist up
Shit on MCM Worldwide so they hate us
I ain’t snap you for nothing, bitch
Get a face up
When we slide, better duck like dynasty
If you have the Robins too
You can come fly with me
Green on me, I'm a veggie boy
I don't like the beef
Bro threw the punches at me, nah
He ain’t fighting me yes, bitch
I'm on my grind till I hit a bubble
Yes, bitch, fit wet as hell
I'm a walking puddle
Three niggas up ten, that's a triple double
Call the plug 'cause he got
More punches than Royal Rumble

The Devil or karma
I don't know who’ll get me first
Shit, I don't know which day
I'ma touch that hearse
For all that I know this
Could be my last verse
Dude broke with no grind
That's the fucking worst
Man, that shit hurt seeing
Granddad in the dirt
Got the game on lock from
Every angle like I'm Kurt
Double L with a C, that's what’s on my shirt
RIP lil' Chris
He on my mind till I leave this earth

Was down, came up, now I ball till I fall
I just call it "home court"
How I ball in the mall
Bitch on my dick, I get call after call
You would think I lived with her
How I'm all in her walls
Singing to the cheese
Call me "Luther Vandross"
Before I ran a check
I had to learn how to crawl
Niggas know I make plays so
They pass me the ball
Been shitting on these niggas like
I stepped out the stall

She couldn't last one round like Lillard
Watch these hoes 'cause they
Slither like a lizard check yo bank account
I work magic like a wizard
Smacked at Dairy Queens so I’m
Finna punch a blizzard

Who, me? Bitch, I'm cutting like scissors
Watch me ball on the block, Roy Hibbert
Keep a freak that’ll eat the dick like dinner
If she ain't on that tip then I'm
Just gon' have to spin her

I'm loading up like D’Angelo Russel
Banger on my hip, you a goof if you tussle
Patrick Beverley with no rock
Watch me hustle
Skinny nigga but the Glock replace the muscle

Big B's, catch a combo if you scuff 'em
Dropped balls all in her mouth
Guess I fumbled
Tripping in the mall, not once did I stumble
Look at me now
You would think I never struggle

Balling hard as hell
We deserve a game breaker
Good punch on me, call this bitch a haymaker
Big chop, hell nah
This ain't no brain grazer
BabyTron with StanWill
That's a game changer

Bro'll knock a nigga out the
Picture with the frame breaker
Cookies to the lungs left dawg on a pacemaker
You would think we the printing press
How we make paper
Lot of bread between the two of
Us but we ain't bakers bitch, oh shit