ShittyBoyz - Sly Cooper lyrics

Sneaking in a store with this
201 like Sly Cooper
Pop up at yo crib with them ladders
Looking like roofers
Walking out his crib the only time
He ever saw a shooter
Shooter couldn't find a Glocky
Fucked around and brought the ruger
Lil' bro be icing shit
It's like the opps done saw a jeweler
Internet thug
I'll pull up and take yo computer
Pull up? I'll make yo block hot
AR with the cooler
If I ain't send yo bitch in Sprint
You know I put some dick into her
Oversized Gucci trench coat
I look like Sherlock Holmes
Unc' a tweaker off the pills
He had to leave the Percs alone
Virgil did the tee, bitch, hold on
Let me turn and pose
Ain't no talking, bitch, I'm busting quick
I turn my virgin on
Ritz cream soda with a three of red in it
Mike A-motherfucking-miris stuffed with
Dead niggas hate me but don't know me
I don't understand niggas
Think it's pape' on the way
Why the fuck my hands itching?

Hello?
Man, fuck on, you ain't got no damn money
Weird-ass ayy, ShittyBoyz

New bitches in my DM when I up pics
Pop out in that one shit
2021, you know it's us if
It's that one whip
Bought another Glock like I
Don't got enough sticks
Ride around the Mitten hot, boy
We on that fuck shit
She know she can't fuck with me 'cause
All my bitches bad as hell
We be tripping up at Somerset
My niggas grabbing shelves
Lil' bro was zooming in them Scatties
'fore he had his L's
Once we heard that nigga died
We was glad as hell

I be speeding to the chicken
Don't got no patience
Tron faced the whole 'Wood
Now he look Asian
I'll pass it to the gang, I be playmaking
She gon' fuck because the
Whole gang really famous
They won't ever send you in the field
You too inconsistent
V8 underneath the hood, I can't do the limit
Baby, put yo head down please
You can keep the kitten
Fuck it, I'll put the D on you
Here come Scottie Pippen

Huh, ayy, ayy, ayy ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy

Hopping out the Scatty
Fifty rackies and the Glock on me
High as hell
Zip of Runtz and a dirty pop on me
Bitch hit my cup while I was driving
Spilt some Wock' on me
Hunnid dollar plate straight from Fleming's
This is not Coney
Automatic chop'll walk you down
It got a stock on it
Ice chunks on the white buffs
I left some snot it unky got a bankroll
He said he got a wad on 'em
Anytime we seen an opp out
I bet we got on him

Huh, ayy, ShittyBoyz what up, Stan?
What up, Dee? Ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz
(Primo Beats on the track)