ShittyBoyz - Rush Hour 2 lyrics

(RJ) scam this, scam that, ayy
Scam this, scam that, ayy
Scam this, scam that, ayy
(RJ always tripping, man)
Scam this, scam that, ayy
(RJ always tripping, man) shittyBoyz

Huh, lil' slut, I been turnt
Punch all day, now my fists hurt
Two cards, which one gon' hit first?
Goddamn, boy, watch this bitch skrrt
Ho asking me what my fit worth
I just want the head, lil' bitch
Do yo lips work?
Scam another granny, I'm a big jerk
I been hitting stores all day
This my fifth clerk
Man, don't get put on life support
Hit an opp from his blindside
Feel like Michael Oher
Had a ball with the slides, swiped the Lord
Tryna fight a thirty clip? Boy
You gon' fight the Lord
I ain't Tay B but this all facts
Hunnid round on the chop
That's where my balls at
Mitchell & Ness, bitch, you all cap
Made yo bitch eat calamari off my ballsack
Main bitch do the Matrix, told her fall back
Bought the jam pack off the
Site but they all smack
My shooter got Air Forces on
And they all black
No cap, boy, I got some in this backpack
If it's up then it's stuck
I failed physics
Hit the two-step when I seen the mail shipped
Bitch asked for a hand, I don't sell mints
Cooking up with the fire, Hell's Kitchen
She see us together, I don't
I'm Ray Charles
Nigga tryna rap battle, nigga
This ain't 8 Mile
Got a real-ass chop for that fake smile
Thinking you a ape in that BAPE? Boy
You ain't wild
Cha Cha with the clerk, I'ma slide
Skating in the Scat, buckle up if you ride
Turn around, let me hit it from the side
Want you and yo friend, really can't decide
No cap, really getting active, man
In Rush Hour
Cutting up like I'm Jackie Chan
Bro said he can't perp but his Fanta can
I'll slide down with them cannons
Camera Man
We be grabbing jacks off the family plan
Stop acting like you tough, you a family man
Fight? You better come with a backup plan
Fit European but the chop came from Pakistan
Caught the sniffles
I was riding with the coldest bitch
Feel like Houdini
Hit a ham with the oldest trick
Fucking with this big booty bitch
Almost broke my dick worry 'bout my roll
I ain't worried 'bout the coldest fit
Damn near broke the brick
Play tee on, you can't tell I'm emotionless
Pulled up looking for a fight
Found hopelessness
Heard her hands bisexual, I'll fold a bitch
Sleep OT, getting money in my dreams
Lil' bitch like my drawers
Tryna get in my jeans
Something like a point guard
Pass her to the team
I'm the Punch God, bitch
I'ma grab her for the free
Bitch, bend it over, I'ma stab like Scream
On the 'Gram getting head while
I'm laughing at memes
Scam star, bitch got me stiff-arming fiends
You don't really get no money
Think you boycotting cheese
Huh, think you boycotting cheese
Huh, got it for the free
Huh, got it for the cheap
Punch God, bitch, got it all off a piece
Scam this, scam that, ayy
Scam this, scam that, ayy
Scam this, scam that, ayy
Scam this, scam that, ayy
Yo bitch ass fat, ayy
Came through with racks, ayyMy
Dick too black, ayy
Hold on, bet, ayy hold on, bitch, nigga
Hold on, nigga, I'll freestyle
That's what I just did hold on
Lil' bitch, lil' slut, what?
Lil' this, lil' what, what?
Lil' bitch, I'm tryna fuck (Man)
Turn around, let me bust a nut
Clap that ass, bitch, ayy, ayy
Clap that ass, bitch, ayy, ayy
Clap that ass, bitch
And if you got good credit, I'ma, ayy
I'ma scam that man
Hold on, I'ma ham that man
What? I'ma jam again jump up and slam again