ShittyBoyz - HOLY F#CK lyrics

Ayy, ayy (Who? What?)
Who? Huh? What? (Ayy, ayy)
Ayy, ayy, ayy (Ah shit, ah shit)
Ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz (BearOnTheBeat)

I'm the source, lil' bitch
I supply the plug
New crib so I punched a designer rug
High as hell, Yao Ming off designer drugs
No cap, more chops than the biker club

Got a sweet tooth for the scams
Watch yo lil' bitch
I got a lil' thing for hitting fans
Dukes mad at me, I spent her rent on my pants
I don't sell, lil' bitch, call Stan

201 Lord, I'm a Visa thief
Good SSN, that's easy cheese
Singing to the pape' like BB king
Punch like Pacquiao, I ain't seen a ring

Yo bitch sitting on my wood
She a bench warmer
Easy day, Punch God, this my tenth quarter
Couldn't put up these stats
In like ten quarters
Fake ID, doing fraud, bitch, I'm Ben Portеr

I talk shit, pass me some gum
Don't give a fuck what you did
Or whеre yo ass from
She ask was her head good, gave her a thumb
She said, "How? You ain't even cum"

Four sticks in the whip, Grievous
It'll be a cold day in Hell
If I need a bitch
All this splash on me, I could be a fish
Bought a mount for the chop, it got FIFA kick

Plankton-ass boy riding in that Chum Bucket
I'm a 201 god, boy, these dumps jumping
Boy, you don't get no pussy
On a bed humping she got kicked out the whip
For what she bumping
Who don't punch? Doodoo head
Huh, big shitter, I'm the Doodoo Man
Gave yo bitch magic stick
I'm the Voodoo Man
I'll up the chop and let it go doo hoo-blam
Hot as hell in this bitch
It must be this song
Told boy, "I'm by yo side"
Even if he wrong
Fake Asian ID, my name "She Wong"
Bitch threw me vagina 'cause
I can't be wrong
They ain't have the Maui steak
So I came T-bone
I just hit the strip club and I made it snow
You not sucking dick? Bet, I'ma go
All this fake love
I don't know if they friends or foe
Fake love and real hate, I seen it all
You wouldn't comprehend a Visa talk
Man, I hope she don't peep the fraud
If it's a bag down below
Then I'm leaping off
She walked away with my card, yeah
I'm sneaking off
Said a nigga down below, think he getting off
Whip like a spaceship, I'm lifting off
Peep the Tweety Bird with the plug
That's chicken talk

Feel like Mariota, getting off in Tennessee
But I play the fraud, I don't touch it for
Shock his ass with the Glock, give him energy
Real Sauce God, born with the recipe

She let me fuck 'cause I know Tron
How y'all niggas up? Get lock
Can't play bomb
After I nut, we can't be friends, Trey Songz
Let me see, put him in a suit, James Bond

When you slide on the hoes, they laugh at you
Turn Lillard into KD by the afternoon
What I heard in yo song was caparoo
Hopped in the spaceship and
Flew down the avenue

Holy fuck ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz