ShittyBoyz - Payday lyrics

I'm OT, somewhere chilling on the beach
Fly a lil' baddie out
Only if you be discreet
Don't let the glasses fool you
I am not a geek
I'm the type to still run it up
If I ain't have no feet
Dick put her straight to sleep
This some NyQuil
Still reminiscing 'bout the wounds
That did not heal
Damn, this bitch thicker than some oatmeal
Please tell me how you slid down
And ain't get no kill

Hunnid rounder
Leave a Scat Pack with no wheels
I don't gotta let that bitch off
I bet bro will
Shooting layups but you miss them
Bitches? You got no skill
Have my shooters run the triangle
Like I'm coach Phil i'm too blowed
Three-five of the White Runtz
This shit too strong
Bankroll sеven-seven likе Manute Bol
Push a button in the spaceship
Now the coupe gone

RIP Virgil, if I spin around, it's a X on me
In a bay, thirty in my clip
That's a Steph on me
Like it's payday, fuck around
Drop a check on me pull up, drop fifty
I ain't even gotta stretch on me
Drop a couple shells, fuck around
Get his taco blew
I don't like to wrestle, if it's up
Put the Glock on you
Lil' bro ain't jamming 201s if
He slide on you
You ain't doing shit for yo team
You don't lob no 'oops

Tryna get a mill'
I don't care about popularity
They tryna rap like us like a parrot
Did the dash, she like, "Hold on stop, boy
You scaring me"
Pull up with one or seven hoes, Linsanity
Heard you out here running 'round
Like a headless chicken
Bent her over then I slammed
Dunk like I'm Miles Bridges
Niggas tryna take a mile?
We'll give him inches
The money counter keep jamming
Give me some assistance

Scam this, jam that, I don't sell grams
You headed towards work
I'm just waiting on the mailman
Off a V cut, I need a Phantom, hot as hell
Man get the payment then I block his ass
Can you spell "ham"?
B22s, Dior kicks, this Dior drip
Hotter than a fuck, one me, I got four blicks
Got this shit up out the mud
Wasn't born rich scam star, rap star
Headed towards the Forbes list

Push start the whip, hop in and I stab off
Pull up on her, Goose X Dior
She gon' grab balls
Been punching five plus
I been doing half offs
Swinging sticks at the opps like
They throwing fast balls
Keep a sack, got the hoes tryna tackle me
Bitch put that crazy head on
She done baffled me
I was in school with more
Pape' than a faculty
In Miami I was hitting hoes
With the plastic cheeks