ShittyBoyz, Kasher Quon - Sour Punch Kids lyrics
[ShittyBoyz, Kasher Quon - Sour Punch Kids lyrics]
Marc Boomin, this you?
Hot as hell in the whip
Riding with three pistols
I just blew a nigga crib
Up with three missiles
Riding in a Scat Pack
Look like a green pickle
I drink red, lame niggas sip green liquor
I just rode through yo hood
And you wasn't in it
I can't meet you for the sauce
You gotta come get it
This a baby Draco with a drum in it
Hit her from the back, she keep saying
"Put yo thumb in it"
Talking 'bout fighting
Do I look like Triple H?
I'ma let this Glock punch
You like a middleweight
Been on the road for two
Days and I'm still awake
I ain't hopping out my bag 'less
I'm hopping in some pape
Feel like Tim Duncan
I been scoring in the bank
I ain't a shrimp but it's
Sitting on my dinner plate
Time is money, I refuse to be a minute late
Quon pulled up with a 40
Looking for some pistol play
Got a piece for every puzzle but
You hoes still a mystery
Left my old bitch in the past, history
I done jugged another granny off the trickery
Real slimeball
Pray that God don't see the sin in me
I don't know what you thought
But it's not this
My shooter wear glasses, dawg
He will not miss
He couldn't start out wide receiver
How he drop shit
Swear to God I love Chase, I just pop six
Made two in one play, boy
I really made a ten game breaker on, boy
I'm finna break the rim
Thirty day grind, I ain't finna get a
She ask who I am
Told that lil' bitch I'm him
Skinny-ass nigga
Still was flexing in the gym
Jumped in with the sharks
I ain't know how to swim
White bitch, big booty, bro
Almost called her "Kim"
I'll let them 223s go and
Rip through his limbs
Bitches see me out in traffic like, "Damn
That's really him"
Fifty for a eighth, bitch
I'm smoking on Chemdawg
Get yo bitch off my balls
This some super Cookie
Got me bouncing off the walls
Lil' bitch bugging
I'ma spray her with the OFF!
Pass dawg a map, brodie out here looking lost
I fuck up the mall
You still worried about the cost
ShittyBoyz broke? Bitch, that's false
Hot as hell in the whip
Riding with three pistols
I just blew a nigga crib
Up with three missiles
Riding in a Scat Pack
Look like a green pickle
I drink red, lame niggas sip green liquor
I just rode through yo hood
And you wasn't in it
I can't meet you for the sauce
You gotta come get it
This a baby Draco with a drum in it
Hit her from the back, she keep saying
"Put yo thumb in it"
Talking 'bout fighting
Do I look like Triple H?
I'ma let this Glock punch
You like a middleweight
Been on the road for two
Days and I'm still awake
I ain't hopping out my bag 'less
I'm hopping in some pape
Feel like Tim Duncan
I been scoring in the bank
I ain't a shrimp but it's
Sitting on my dinner plate
Time is money, I refuse to be a minute late
Quon pulled up with a 40
Looking for some pistol play
Got a piece for every puzzle but
You hoes still a mystery
Left my old bitch in the past, history
I done jugged another granny off the trickery
Real slimeball
Pray that God don't see the sin in me
I don't know what you thought
But it's not this
My shooter wear glasses, dawg
He will not miss
He couldn't start out wide receiver
How he drop shit
Swear to God I love Chase, I just pop six
Made two in one play, boy
I really made a ten game breaker on, boy
I'm finna break the rim
Thirty day grind, I ain't finna get a
She ask who I am
Told that lil' bitch I'm him
Skinny-ass nigga
Still was flexing in the gym
Jumped in with the sharks
I ain't know how to swim
White bitch, big booty, bro
Almost called her "Kim"
I'll let them 223s go and
Rip through his limbs
Bitches see me out in traffic like, "Damn
That's really him"
Fifty for a eighth, bitch
I'm smoking on Chemdawg
Get yo bitch off my balls
This some super Cookie
Got me bouncing off the walls
Lil' bitch bugging
I'ma spray her with the OFF!
Pass dawg a map, brodie out here looking lost
I fuck up the mall
You still worried about the cost
ShittyBoyz broke? Bitch, that's false