ShittyBoyz - Kung FU lyrics

Chopstick kick him like it's kung fu
Only 'cause he wanted clout
Now he on Fox too cold-ass world
Gotta watch the ones around you
I knew that we would blow, we was bound to
She a bougie bitch
She keep on begging for a getaway
Thinking how I run it up but
I'm still not in shape
Niggas see you winning and they start
To feel some type of way
Only Ben Franklins, I ain't got a bae
He'll up that bitch and shoot it quick
Shawn Marion
Only care about the green, vegetarian
She gon' really fuck the
Gang for the experience
Gang'll blow you like a Black
Are you serious?
All my opps jokes, they hilarious
Used to hate on us, now we victorious
Trackhawk, drive it like it's Fast & Furious
How are you a shooter? Back in
School you was the scariest

Moose Knuckle coat
I could've punched it but I spent a band
Then went and spent another thousand
On the belt and pants skillet on the chop
He get away? I bet we melt his mans
I can show you how to make
A fifty with no helping hand
I need some sealed Wockiki
Where the Juice Man? 'Oop it to habibi
He gon' dunk that bitch with two hands
I can make a hunnid off a CD or the new scams
Hutch kit Fiji, next year gon' look like
Have my hitman walk you down
Turn you 'round and face you
ARP with the beam, boy
I ain't gotta chase you
Bitch, I'm in the Striker
With da Vinci, boy, he bound to paint you
If you end up in the pen with unky, boy
He bound to shank you
At the scam house, feel like Jerry
This the stackhouse pulled a Lamb' out
Cut the traction off and spaz out
Three-five of some, shit, fuck
I might pass out
Hunnid rounder knock him out the
Game like he lagged out

She gon' do whatever off this Percocet 30
Busy day, I gotta fuck up Somerset early
AR got a fifty, Glocky got the Steph Curry
Spilled a pint of Quagen in the
Coupe and left the 'Vette dirty
If it's on the floor
We sliding with them dirty mop sticks
Exotic bullets, hit him with a
Used to have a sack, oh shit
Heard he got blitzed ain't no lick in here
This Solo cup got dirty Wock' mix
She just told me that she
Love me, okay, cool, bitch
Thirty in the Glocky
Like some shit you can play pool with
Baby gang be shooting, on his AAU shit
I must be like Bill fucking Gates
If you say you rich
All these model bitches in my DMs
I'm so indecisive
They ain't sucking dick up in the
Scatty then them bitches hiking
Swear to God if balling was a crime
I would've been indicted
Ain't no limit's when I shop
If I like the shit, i'll buy it

"I'll catch up with ya i
Don't know when but
I'll catch up every time
You turn around expect to see me 'cause one
Time you'll turn around
And I'll be there i'm gonna kill ya
Matt"