ShittyBoyz - GGG lyrics
[ShittyBoyz - GGG lyrics]
I had the chance (Whew)
To make love to you again (Hey, bitch)
I'd hold you in my arms (Hey, hey)
And I'd never let it end (Bitch)
Sneaks European but the Drac' Russian
Twenty deep with the gang
Got the stage jumping
Money talk nowadays, I don't say nothing
Like I'm playing shortstop
I know that it's a play coming
129 BPM, that's for SB
It's a dirty game like fuck what the ref see
Talking 'bout the deep? You ain't
Even got no wet feet woke up and made a ten
You was in the bed sleep
Hit the club, make it hail, snow, and sleet
Ten toes, two feet, boy
It ain't no ho in me
Blue hunnids, red sneaks
And I'm in hеre pouring pink
DSM at the top, shit
That's how it's 'posed to bе
Been working, whip skrrting, pulling up
They get nervous akhi caught a body in it
Had to go and switch turbans
This the Glockiana walk
Would've thought my hip hurting
You ain't even make a thousand
Was that lil' trip worth it?
Why the fuck they still sleep
Like they took a Xanny?
Left my kids on her couch
Like the bitch a nanny
Where the real bitches at? I don't know any
I could never be fake, it is not in me
I be all in her guts when she don't answer
If you really want smoke with us
You must want cancer
I'm doing two-twenty, still tryna go faster
They gon' talk no matter what you
Do so it don't matter
If I had a chance to beat it up, boy
I probably would
No cap, me and Tron used to really jugg
Metal on me like a knight
You can call me "Suge"
Keep in stock a choppy, pulled
Up on 'em like, "What's good?"
You ain't good at rapping but your
People scared to tell you that
Riding 'round in the two-seater
With the ceiling back
You ain't gotta tell me 'bout no
Money 'cause I'm where it's at
Bitch booty got some recoil
'cause it's really fat
We don't shoot once, we got weapons ready
Dior did the sneaks, I ain't stepping petty
2022, me and gang pressing heavy
Jam fam' when I'm checking out
I don't mess with Jelly
Online punching shit like I'm GGG
Stomp a opp face in, now my Yeezy's creased
Got yo baby tryna F like I'm Weezy Wee
Big bop stick
Who the fuck want a piece of me?
Shit, all this ice got my nose stuffing
I ain't on stage at the
Strip but I'm pole clutching
Fully K, boy, this ho Russian
Got a paper cut
I can't even do no more thumbing
All I'm missing is a real
Bitch with a fat booty
We got twenty blickies in this
Whip, we don't lack, goofy
Put his brains in that motherfucker
Left his lap gooey
You can go and check our spreadsheet
Every stat booming
Left his lap gooey? Fuck, Stanley
Big ShittyBoy shit
It's the ShittyBoyz clique, we been shitting
Niggas can't fuck with us, never will bitch
Uh, would've thought the AMG a porta-potty
(ShittyBoyz)
Man, some shit in here, no cap (ShittyBoyz)
Fuck you talking 'bout?
(ShittyBoyz, ShittyBoyz)
Stanley, Stanley, put that strap away
Stanley (ShittyBoyz, ShittyBoyz, ShittyBoyz)
Fuck
To make love to you again (Hey, bitch)
I'd hold you in my arms (Hey, hey)
And I'd never let it end (Bitch)
Sneaks European but the Drac' Russian
Twenty deep with the gang
Got the stage jumping
Money talk nowadays, I don't say nothing
Like I'm playing shortstop
I know that it's a play coming
129 BPM, that's for SB
It's a dirty game like fuck what the ref see
Talking 'bout the deep? You ain't
Even got no wet feet woke up and made a ten
You was in the bed sleep
Hit the club, make it hail, snow, and sleet
Ten toes, two feet, boy
It ain't no ho in me
Blue hunnids, red sneaks
And I'm in hеre pouring pink
DSM at the top, shit
That's how it's 'posed to bе
Been working, whip skrrting, pulling up
They get nervous akhi caught a body in it
Had to go and switch turbans
This the Glockiana walk
Would've thought my hip hurting
You ain't even make a thousand
Was that lil' trip worth it?
Why the fuck they still sleep
Like they took a Xanny?
Left my kids on her couch
Like the bitch a nanny
Where the real bitches at? I don't know any
I could never be fake, it is not in me
I be all in her guts when she don't answer
If you really want smoke with us
You must want cancer
I'm doing two-twenty, still tryna go faster
They gon' talk no matter what you
Do so it don't matter
If I had a chance to beat it up, boy
I probably would
No cap, me and Tron used to really jugg
Metal on me like a knight
You can call me "Suge"
Keep in stock a choppy, pulled
Up on 'em like, "What's good?"
You ain't good at rapping but your
People scared to tell you that
Riding 'round in the two-seater
With the ceiling back
You ain't gotta tell me 'bout no
Money 'cause I'm where it's at
Bitch booty got some recoil
'cause it's really fat
We don't shoot once, we got weapons ready
Dior did the sneaks, I ain't stepping petty
2022, me and gang pressing heavy
Jam fam' when I'm checking out
I don't mess with Jelly
Online punching shit like I'm GGG
Stomp a opp face in, now my Yeezy's creased
Got yo baby tryna F like I'm Weezy Wee
Big bop stick
Who the fuck want a piece of me?
Shit, all this ice got my nose stuffing
I ain't on stage at the
Strip but I'm pole clutching
Fully K, boy, this ho Russian
Got a paper cut
I can't even do no more thumbing
All I'm missing is a real
Bitch with a fat booty
We got twenty blickies in this
Whip, we don't lack, goofy
Put his brains in that motherfucker
Left his lap gooey
You can go and check our spreadsheet
Every stat booming
Left his lap gooey? Fuck, Stanley
Big ShittyBoy shit
It's the ShittyBoyz clique, we been shitting
Niggas can't fuck with us, never will bitch
Uh, would've thought the AMG a porta-potty
(ShittyBoyz)
Man, some shit in here, no cap (ShittyBoyz)
Fuck you talking 'bout?
(ShittyBoyz, ShittyBoyz)
Stanley, Stanley, put that strap away
Stanley (ShittyBoyz, ShittyBoyz, ShittyBoyz)
Fuck