Skilla Baby, ShittyBoyz - Martin lyrics

It's Lando, yo bitch know, don't
Let yo bitch go, nigga
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch

Cold lil' bitch like Cleopatra
Got two hands to swipe
I ain't beating asses
Shooter accurate as hell, boy
You see the glasses me love a bitch? Boy
I'd rather eat a cactus

Real east nigga
Took your bitch 'cause I could
Do what? To who? Boy, I wish your ass would
Please play with yo bitch and not me
Understood? Boy, you are not street just
Because you from the hood

Lando, tell them that shit wack
And turn that music down 'fore we scrap
Fuck nigga get ice, tell your mans chill
If Tron don't beat his ass, I know Stan will

Seen this shit coming like I had a UAV
Just know I did fraud if
You seen the Uber leave
Bando like Steve Kerr, we the super team
Look in the mirror for a second, bitch
You ain't me

Think I woke up in Wonderland light thrust
Threw a strip on the under pants
Boy, you more hopeless than a Thunder fan
Book full of sauce
This some shit you can't understand

Hit her with the, "Hey
Big head" 'cause I'm horny
Get some pussy, boy, you corny
Said I'm washed up, man
Don't turn on no Barney
I'll just bring Skilla to come
Take down your army

Just scammed another granny, dumbass
Don't let his haircut fool you, I'll unmask
He pulled up last sec with that one bag
Bro damn near need a Hall
Of Fame clutch badge

More green on me than Peter Pan
Me trick on a bitch? I'm from Neverland
I ain't rob that bitch but I up MAG
If that pussy good, I'ma

If that pussy good, you gon' do what?
Feel like Ella Mae with the pay, bitch
I'm boo'd up
If the opps learn how to fly, I'ma shoot up
If my song ain't mix right
Blow the booth up

Fuck her and her friend, did it again
Feel like Tecca
Don't get your ass stepped on
I ain't even Kappa
You still selling dime bags
You are not a trapper
Ask who I think I am and
I told her I'm the papa

If it ain't an M
It ain't on my Christmas list
LeTron James, bitch
Sit back and witness this
If I catch doggy in a Uber
I'ma lift that bitch
Sent his ass through the Ozone
If this missile hit

If ShittyBoyz see a opp, we gon' rush him
If we catch him on a train, we gon' buss him
If that nigga act a ass, we gon' horse him
Rap 'bout to make StanWill a fortune

Put the Glock to his shell
Spill his taco meat pass me a belt
I punch shit like Apollo Creed

Tryna see the real bitches so
I can't even see
Wondering who fucking on her, oops
It's probably me

I done made twenty in this Adidas joggy
Pulled a arm muscle tryna slam
The demons off me

Made twenty off the fiends at Walmart
Tryna up the one-on-one, scrapping Paul Blart