ShittyBoyz - Lion-Hearted lyrics
[ShittyBoyz - Lion-Hearted lyrics]
(Getta Beats, I wish I was Jenry)
(Damn, JakeSand) all this ice hanging off my
Neck can start an avalanche
(Whew, whew, ice)
All this ice hanging off my
Neck can start an avalanche
Sliding in designer head wraps
We the Taliban
Way before I had some bands, young dawg
I had a plan firebomb the whole block
Shit get like Pakistan
Twisting 'round in that Urus thing
I might crash the Lamb' (Skrrt)
Huh, shit, so let me chill out (Whew)
I'm a baller, boy
You pay to sit up in the crowd
Hit after hit, shit
Where the fuck my triple crown? (Where?)
Closet full of new season
It's somе drip around
Sick you still call yourself the plug
And you can't flip a pound
I don't rock the Kеnzo no more
I'm still lion hearted
I don't miss when I shoot
I don't know why you guarding
Pocket full of green dubs, bitch
I'm balling like the Spartans
Flying off the moonrock
Me and gang high as Martians
Blue cheese and lettuce
Got a salad in them Ksubi things
I bet all his friends die if
Ganger let the Uzi sing ghetto nigga
Glocky on my hip and let my jewelry hang
I just met the realest bitch
It's funny 'cause her booty ain't
I got big money, you got lil' pape'
Michigan heavy, you some lil' weight
Youngest nigga flexing, bitch, I'm Lil Tay
Mister Pop My Shit A Lot
It's fuck whoever feel a way
In the club mugging, ha ha
It's funny they don't know I
Got my blick on me
Counting up a dub, thumbing, ha
I ain't use the money counter
It's for strips only
Looking like a porta-potty
All this shit on me
I be calling all my friends "Quan"
I got rich homies
I don't trust 'em far as I can throw 'em
Every bitch phony next year
I'm walking outta Hutch with a big trophy
(Whew, okay)
Came from the bottom like a
Slave going to the North
Please don't let these glasses fool you
I am not a dork
I still been balling since I left the court
Don't even try to fuck her
If your money short
Stop bringing him around
He bringing up the past
This shit cost me some shit
I gotta leave the tag
You want a nigga with some money
But ain't got a bag
Fucked her then hopped on the flight
I had to leave her sad it's okay, boo
Touched down and hit a bitch
It's only day two in here watching movies
She ain't got no cable
If you got something that they don't
They gon' hate you
I been the shit like Mr hankey
Do you want some smoke? I'll
Pull up with an eighthy
She told me, "If I let you fuck
Don't get to acting crazy"
Turnt the tables on her
Now I got her tryna have my baby
Bitch shittyBoyz shit
(Damn, JakeSand) all this ice hanging off my
Neck can start an avalanche
(Whew, whew, ice)
All this ice hanging off my
Neck can start an avalanche
Sliding in designer head wraps
We the Taliban
Way before I had some bands, young dawg
I had a plan firebomb the whole block
Shit get like Pakistan
Twisting 'round in that Urus thing
I might crash the Lamb' (Skrrt)
Huh, shit, so let me chill out (Whew)
I'm a baller, boy
You pay to sit up in the crowd
Hit after hit, shit
Where the fuck my triple crown? (Where?)
Closet full of new season
It's somе drip around
Sick you still call yourself the plug
And you can't flip a pound
I don't rock the Kеnzo no more
I'm still lion hearted
I don't miss when I shoot
I don't know why you guarding
Pocket full of green dubs, bitch
I'm balling like the Spartans
Flying off the moonrock
Me and gang high as Martians
Blue cheese and lettuce
Got a salad in them Ksubi things
I bet all his friends die if
Ganger let the Uzi sing ghetto nigga
Glocky on my hip and let my jewelry hang
I just met the realest bitch
It's funny 'cause her booty ain't
I got big money, you got lil' pape'
Michigan heavy, you some lil' weight
Youngest nigga flexing, bitch, I'm Lil Tay
Mister Pop My Shit A Lot
It's fuck whoever feel a way
In the club mugging, ha ha
It's funny they don't know I
Got my blick on me
Counting up a dub, thumbing, ha
I ain't use the money counter
It's for strips only
Looking like a porta-potty
All this shit on me
I be calling all my friends "Quan"
I got rich homies
I don't trust 'em far as I can throw 'em
Every bitch phony next year
I'm walking outta Hutch with a big trophy
(Whew, okay)
Came from the bottom like a
Slave going to the North
Please don't let these glasses fool you
I am not a dork
I still been balling since I left the court
Don't even try to fuck her
If your money short
Stop bringing him around
He bringing up the past
This shit cost me some shit
I gotta leave the tag
You want a nigga with some money
But ain't got a bag
Fucked her then hopped on the flight
I had to leave her sad it's okay, boo
Touched down and hit a bitch
It's only day two in here watching movies
She ain't got no cable
If you got something that they don't
They gon' hate you
I been the shit like Mr hankey
Do you want some smoke? I'll
Pull up with an eighthy
She told me, "If I let you fuck
Don't get to acting crazy"
Turnt the tables on her
Now I got her tryna have my baby
Bitch shittyBoyz shit