ShittyBoyz - Red Wings lyrics
[ShittyBoyz - Red Wings lyrics]
(Damn, JakeSand) ha, yeah
Back on Plymouth
Had to tap in with ScrumbleMan
Running up in a Moncler?
Get yo bubble blammed
If I don't like the price, up stick
Fuck the running man
2017, made ten off of punch with Stan
Very next year
Made twenty off the slides with Tron
Toss a 762 at him, ain't the boxing kind
Baking for that dough? Bitch, we Papa John's
Up at Somerset
The only time you see me drop a dime
It ain't many like me, she won't go away
When I'm not around or in the room
Wonder what they say it don't matter
They gon' hate no matter what you do
It's some cake laying on me now
I can't cake with you
All I want for Christmas is some recognition
Ain't no fighting, 223s for a exhibition
Ever since a youngin' all I want
To do is run up digit's
No, I'm not a killer but please
Don't push me to my limit's
I'm like fuck a speed limit
Catch me in a Scatty flying
That might be yo baby
When I'm with her? I'm her daddy now
Niggas talking hot over computer
But won't addy drop
I B22'd it but my bitch? She coming flops
Up the stick and make him disappear
The Glock a magic wand widebody Hellcat
I'm skrrting in the fastest kind
Saying ShittyBoyz ain't really shitting?
That sound asinine
He was tryna knuckle up until he
Seen me wrecked a slide
Slide around iced up with sticks
Like the Red Wings
Three rounds with yo bitch
Done broke a couple bed springs
Point the flash at him
Would've thought he said cheese
Out in Philly, made a double double
Feel like Embiid
Pull up with that big fucker, boy
This bitch a missile launcher
Sent that eggplant then I went and
Put that pickle on her star player
Would've broke some ankles if
I dribble longer
Old head hating like I can't pull up
Hit his daughter
I could teach you how to punch, Miyagi
And you Daniel-san i'm a rapper
Point guard, they tell me I'm the one
Nigga called her phone like
"What you doing?", she said" Having fun"
Came from the dark
Now I'm really shining like the sun
Came from the dark
Now I'm really shining like the sun
Back on Plymouth
Had to tap in with ScrumbleMan
Running up in a Moncler?
Get yo bubble blammed
If I don't like the price, up stick
Fuck the running man
2017, made ten off of punch with Stan
Very next year
Made twenty off the slides with Tron
Toss a 762 at him, ain't the boxing kind
Baking for that dough? Bitch, we Papa John's
Up at Somerset
The only time you see me drop a dime
It ain't many like me, she won't go away
When I'm not around or in the room
Wonder what they say it don't matter
They gon' hate no matter what you do
It's some cake laying on me now
I can't cake with you
All I want for Christmas is some recognition
Ain't no fighting, 223s for a exhibition
Ever since a youngin' all I want
To do is run up digit's
No, I'm not a killer but please
Don't push me to my limit's
I'm like fuck a speed limit
Catch me in a Scatty flying
That might be yo baby
When I'm with her? I'm her daddy now
Niggas talking hot over computer
But won't addy drop
I B22'd it but my bitch? She coming flops
Up the stick and make him disappear
The Glock a magic wand widebody Hellcat
I'm skrrting in the fastest kind
Saying ShittyBoyz ain't really shitting?
That sound asinine
He was tryna knuckle up until he
Seen me wrecked a slide
Slide around iced up with sticks
Like the Red Wings
Three rounds with yo bitch
Done broke a couple bed springs
Point the flash at him
Would've thought he said cheese
Out in Philly, made a double double
Feel like Embiid
Pull up with that big fucker, boy
This bitch a missile launcher
Sent that eggplant then I went and
Put that pickle on her star player
Would've broke some ankles if
I dribble longer
Old head hating like I can't pull up
Hit his daughter
I could teach you how to punch, Miyagi
And you Daniel-san i'm a rapper
Point guard, they tell me I'm the one
Nigga called her phone like
"What you doing?", she said" Having fun"
Came from the dark
Now I'm really shining like the sun
Came from the dark
Now I'm really shining like the sun