ShittyBoyz - Lamb Chops lyrics

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Ayy, you can't even pull my card
I ain’t got one yeah, we got one
Nigga, I don't got a heart but I'll rob one
Super for a play, yeah, I’ll spot one
Hood on, scam season, bitch, I'm activated
Boy, the only time you bussing
When you masturbating
She my bitch but not my bitch
It's kinda complicated
Seen these niggas wear the same
Fit's like they animated
I ain't pop a Perc but I fuck her like I did
I ain't get the neck but I really wish I did
She all in my ear
Talking 'bout she want my kid
These niggas all cap
Starting to think they work at Lids
I'm starting to hear a lot
About chip readers and scamming
No, I'm not feeling music when
I say I’m jamming me and bro both sending
Bullets like the Mannings
I’ma call this BIN "Batista Bomb"
'cause this bitch slaming

Mad at the chef, where my lamb chops?
Where my slatts that was Thugger
From the sand box?
Shut up, bitch, sit and watch that mail box
I was getting head
Dozing off watching Boondocks

Mad at my bitch ’cause she miss UPS
You ain't see us in the kitchen
'cause we came up off theft
Instead of tryna cause it
You should come relieve my stress
You must hear this a lot but
I ain't shit like the rest
Fuck love, put this hundred round in Cupid
I ball on every bitch that ever
Tried to play me stupid
She would not look my way
If I didn’t make music
Everybody got a blicky but
Nobody wanna use it no sleep, baby girl
I'm out here grinding with my eyes closed
I could spot a fake nigga with a blindfold
I only put the tip in then her eyes rolled
Yo bitch more like lukewarm
'cause mine's is cold
Put my heart out and you left it in
Searching for the 'cause we up fifty
She said, "You got the hoes?"
I reply plenty
'Cause you gotta treat a dime
Like a fucking penny
I asked niggas for some love
And they gave me empty
And for you acting-ass niggas
I'm handing out Emmys
I be with Tron getting money
Who the fuck is Jimmy?
Looking for hoes with this roll
'cause I could pick any

Mad at the chef, where my lamb chops?
Where my slatts that was Thugger
From the sand box?
Shut up, bitch, sit and watch that mail box
I was getting head
Dozing off watching Boondocks

Looking up at the stars, bitch
I'm jumping towards 'em
Pull up and give 'em forty
Like a clutch performance
Chop with a telescope, send 'em up to orbit
Sunny now, back then it was thunder storming
Told dukes yesterday I seen a talking goat
I was looking in the mirror
I'ma ball for sure
Wave been took off, should've bought a boat
You gon' blow who? yeah, dawg
You off the blow
Me being broke or you winning
What's stupider?
Feel like Paul Walker in the 'Cat
Hitting crucial turns
SB, we the hottest in the universe
Hit the Runtz
Now I'm blade dancing up on Jupiter

Up now, opps wish we could trade places
Two sticks in my hand, fuck a PlayStation
I'll turn boy invisible like he Clay Aiken
Let eight niggas try it
Then that's eight patients
Tried to find love once, found a broke heart
Hoes used to hold me back then
Now they want parts love you, ma
I know you praying that I go far
Bro'll swing stick down yo
Block like he Mozart
Got a pair of 1s on me now, feel like Kyrie
Riding 'round with some movie
Clips like Spike Lee
If you swing and you miss, boy
That's strike three
'Cause I'm pitching bullets at the opps
Feel like Mike Lee