ShittyBoyz - Night On Collins Ave lyrics

Bitch, yeah swear to God
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I was bad as hell in school
You went to Bible study
Spilled a pint of Wocky on the
Chop and left the rifle muddy
If you ain't God
You ain't got the right to judge me
Code talking, scamming
Told lil' bro come get them Tysons from me
That's a knockout
You at work finna clock out
Sliding with the heavy metal, banging
Tryna rock out calling audibles
I got my wide-out on a hot route
Finish school but feel like
I should've dropped out
I'm prolly saying that 'cause of
What I got now
Thinking that you 12, every time you 'round
The cops out it's a jack morning, shit
I'm finna bring the Crocs out
Used to be the window when I did it
I can shop now

Know some niggas in they feelings
Hurt to see us elevated
Seeing niggas winning motivate me, bitch
I never hated
Know a couple niggas that don't like
Me but won't ever say it
Beat the kitty up a couple times
But I never ate it
It's not MyTEAM but my whole
Team can get a bucket
Slide down on a opp block
And really cause a ruckus
I can show you pics from high school
I was really thrusting
Certain shit used to make me mad
Now I just say fuck it
Always in my bag, never in my feels
Damn, this bitch cold, baby give me chills
Why the fuck you still saving hoes?
You must work for SHIELD
Woke up tryna make some money
You tryna make a bill

Collins Ave
Twenty floors up with a ocean view
ShittyBoyz hit the coldest hoes and
Whip the coldest coupes niggas broke, boy
Don't me go expose the truth
Pull up aiming cannons at my
Opps like a photo shoot
Yo baby shining now, had to tint the frames
He done lucked up
Them 762s done missed his brain
Broke the blinker off the Scat
I ain't switching lanes
Looking homeless 'cause the Mike Amiris
Got some rips and stains
Remember looking up from the bottom
We on top now out of town tripping
Spent two hunnid on some pasta
I'ma make yo baby give me
Top while my top drop gucci letterman
It got me looking like a jock now

Shoes cost a touchdown
Fit cost a Runtz pound dog Shit Militia
You ain't that? You can't come 'round
Up now, I'll be damned if I come down
Hitman love them gun sounds
Don't get gunned down
What the fuck is tussling? I'm busting
If you throw a jab
Michael Myers in that Trackhawky
All I know is stab
I'ma be awake, I drop a deuce
I pour a four? It's bad
I'ma call you "Dennis Schröder"
You done sold the bag

I can see it from the front, come here
Let me grab
Please don't tell me nothing 'bout yo ex
You gon' make me mad
Take her where she wanna go
I'm just like a cab dog Shit Militia
Walk around with a nigga stash
Bitch, I'm in my Crocs, getting to it comfy
Nowadays you can't fuck no hoes if
You ain't got no money
Got a couple commas in the
Bank and I'm looking bummy
Already knew he was pussy
How they left him bloody

Muddy-ass potion mixed up in a Tahitian Treat
Eating off them fucking 201s like they EBTs
2021 fucker if you see me speed
Scam scholar
I don't give a fuck 'bout no GED
Ride around with Glockyana tucked and my AR
She gon' pull up on me in
The 'burbs 'cause I stay far
Gang in her guts, now her nigga hate ours
Balling hard, bitch, we all-stars
Feel like JR

Huh yeah
ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia
That's on every song