ShittyBoyz - Senzu Bean lyrics

(Ooh shit, that's a Danny G beat)
Fuck, huh, shit, damn, huh

Shooter Super Saiyan
He'll pop you like a Senzu Bean
Brodie OT road running, he a rental fiend
(Whew) bitch, I'm charged up 
(Brr) ,  shit,  times two
Feel like Mac and Devin
 I was blowed back in high school

Tryna fight like Gohan? We'll blow
Him like some hot food
Found out she was fucking
That shit hurt him like a tattoo
She suck it and leave it a mess
She like a messy eater
You only paid me for the method
Not to be a teacher

Catch yo baby
We gon' hit him in his Cocomelon
We be loading Glockiеs, y'all be
Going to the popo, telling
Say hе got some demons? He
Don't know no felons
We ain't got no manners, hunnid
Dollar plates at Fogo, yelling

We gon' knock you down in 2
If you show your weapon
Shot his legs off for being tough
It ain't no more stepping
Hit the club and I'll start a
Storm like the Crooked Man
Three of Wocky shut my body down
Like I took a Xan'

Bad bitches on me 'cause my
Pockets filled with Piccolo
Give me 'bout another year and
You'll see me blow
Plugged in like a LAN cable, I won't lag out
Told my bitch to change her
Clothes 'cause her ass out

You be Slowpoking to the pape'
I took the fast route
Thirty dangle out the Glocky, dummy
I don't jab now
I ain't Gunna but I'm pushing
Penis down these bitches' throats
Detergent in this dirty cup but unc'
Ain't wash the dishes though

I got some Quagen in my pop
You sipping Piccolo (Wow)
The mail here
I told my bitch to go and get the door
Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay
Unky stabbed off and touched
Down with some OJ's (Sensei)

They tryna block our shine
Like some sun shades
Punches really hit, I call 'em "Luke Cage"
Your punches don't hit
They just like Hercules
It's two-twenty on the dash, man
I gotta speed

If I ain't talking shit
I'm talking guapanese
Mike Amiri's now, high school
It was the Robin jeans
Say it's up? Chopsticks to your cerebellum
Once upon a time in the booth
He be fairy tale-ing

(Boy) He be capping
All his raps fiction (Cap)
It ain't no traction on this bitch
I got the 'Cat twisted
762s hit his ass and leave him backflipping
(Woo) akhi in the spot, in the kitchen
Probably crack whipping (Whew)

I can show you how to do it
Feel like Master Roshi
On the web punching shit
I kinda feel like Tobey
Caught a opp out at church
And we left him holy
In a room full of winners
Where the fuck our trophy?

All these motherfucking commas in the bank
(Beep)
I got Glocky, you know akhi got the Drac'
(Grrah) "Where the fuck is Stan?"
Probably in the Bay gang tripping in LA
Thinking Mase' or the Wraith

Bag on the way
I'm finna meet Ghazi in the Bay
Bitch a demon
Pulled up sloppy-woppy in the face
Bro ain't leave no witness
Bet he finna beat the case
Eat me like it's dinner
Don't forget to say yo grace
Exotic weapons
I can pop him with the Tommy or the K
All these motherfucking giffies, bitch
I'm jollier than Saint
Jollier than Saint Nick
Trackhawk or Hellcat when we race whips
Bitch shittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia
That's on every song