ShittyBoyz - Levels lyrics

[ShittyBoyz - Levels lyrics]

ShittyBoyz

You could be Lionel Messi
I wouldn't kick it with you
Two slips for a meal‚ we
Eat off different menus
I can't feel love‚ baby‚ I don't
See a difference in you
I'm just tryna get up in yo
Walls like I'm living with you
Got more straps than a Nuketown Free-for-All
Swipers life, told coach
"You could keep the ball"
Played it smooth‚ cashier couldn't
Peep the fraud
Eye on my Kenzo tee, I done seen it all
Dr miami over here, don't get yo ass shot
Butterfingers over there‚ you let
The bag drop piece too fire, nah
This ain't the last stop
I'm the type to run that shit
Up until my calf pop
Real superstitious but I'm still
Finna come Wraith
Crazy how this U of M bitch got the dumb face
In my bag, hell nah, I can't pump brakes
Bro a real shooter, hell nah
He don't pump fake

Ha ha, yeah, we on two different levels
Flying past y'all
We pushing on two different pedals
I'm on the road and you at work
That's two different schedules
There's y'all boys and then it's us
It's two different levels
Ha ha, two different levels
It's y'all boys and then it's us
It's two different levels
Flying past y'all
We pushing on two different pedals
I'm on the road and you at work
That's two different schedules

I'm not looking for no love
Looking for a bitch that's gon'
Set up my plug not talking 'bout no juggs
Talking 'bout 256s
And my bitch wanna punch
You should invest in some inches
Roll in my pocket, my shit used to be empty
Send her to the store, "Bitch
Don't forget my "
You made what from selling crud? Nigga
Don't even tip me
'Cause these hams got me up
But this shit getting risky sauce day
I ain't selling nothing less than fifty
Paid the sleeve for the pants, I'm so sick
They don't fit me no cap
I was still pulling hoes in the Dickies
Now I'm straight
I remember you was playing like you was busy
New bitch so bad, fell in love with the Visas
Ran it up, boy, I feel bad for Ms lisa
Yo ass fat as hell 'cause
You only punch pizza
You would get in that room and
Get to singing like Aretha

Ha ha, yeah, we on two different levels
Flying past y'all
We pushing on two different pedals
I'm on the road and you at work
That's two different schedules
There's y'all boys and then it's us
It's two different levels
Ha ha, two different levels
It's y'all boys and then it's us
It's two different levels
Flying past y'all
We pushing on two different pedals
I'm on the road and you at work
That's two different schedules

I been all the way turnt
Feel like Roscoe Dash
Tryna play me like a ham? I'ma pop yo ass
Tryna run off with that cheese? Boy
Not so fast
Gang and grab the bag, boy, I gotta blast
Good jacks, grab the sack like Ndamukong
Hoes used to cook me
Fucking with my confidence
Now I do the Gucci so they giving compliments
Good drip, got the splash off of fraudulence
See this bitch peeking out the
Corner of her eye
Little do she know that I'm
Scorching off the slides
Feeling like the star so I'm
Aiming for the sky
Running to the money like I'm
Running out of time
ShittyBoyz up to something
I can promise that
I was paranoid and punched a
Fan like Ron Ortiz
Do you know the pressure when you
Got yo mama on yo back? Matter fact
I know that you wouldn't 'cause
You on yo ass

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