ShittyBoyz, 10kKev - Superfly lyrics

Awstria

Charged up like I just popped a Senzu Bean
My shooter off four bars, that’s that LTE

That card only hit for food, is it EBT?
Stan's pieces really slam like a DDT

I'll let the chop sing, IceJJFish
Hit your lil' bitch first
On some Ray J shit

Blue and lime Amiris with the paint splatter
Brodie in the kitchen whipping pots
Like it's cake batter

Super fly in these Amiris, Fly Jimmy Snuka
Flex? Nah, I can’t even do fifty push-ups
Stand back 'cause bro Harden
He’ll really cook ‘em

Pootie Tang with the belt
Fuck around and whoop 'em
ShittyBoy like I always got diarrhea
Nigga’s claiming he ain’t broke
Well I’m not either

Man, I think all my opps is some cock eaters
If you ain’t getting pape
You should stop breathing
Yo lil' granny ain’t safe
'less that bitch dead
How that’s yo bitch and she
Calling me "big head"?
It’s a scam, dickhead
Shot doggy with the Big Mac, now he McDead

You ever seen a whole in a cream soda?
Made a GoFundMe and I said I had Ebola
You only got fifty dollars, nigga
Seal your lips i just beat the fuck out of
Some kids playing ding dong-ditch

Fraud star, man, I put up stats like Russell
Finna jam in the store
Let me crack my knuckles
Coach took me out the game
I was lacking hustle
Now my shoes cost six and the jacket double
Punch shit to eliminate my anger
Wrestle? Bitch
This ain’t Elimination Chamber
Got the Drake Bell but I’ll
Give yo ass a taper take them bitches off
How you dripping in some Wrangler?

Hot Potato with the piece, bitch, too hot
Hit the bitch and she left on her tube socks
Hate niggas like that nigga off of Boondocks
Talking 'bout we ain’t swiping, nigga
Who not?

Big chop light you up like a disco ball
Drums hanging out the AR like
Some big ol' balls
If I showed you the sauce
You would shit your drawers
10kkev and Shittyboyz got yo bitch on balls
Born a star
Think I came from the constellations
Real ShittyBoy, bitch
I walk around constipated

I’m always watching, I got cameras everywhere
Spent twenty thousand on Amiris
I got over twenty pair
Fucking lame, how you expect to compete
When you working up at Wendy’s
Getting 260 a week
Don’t ever fix your mouth to disrespect me
I just got my ass beat by my
Bitch 'cause yo bitch text me

If she ask for the head
Then I’m Wizard Kelly
If she popping I’m getting in her belly

You still fucking young hoes, boy
You R Kelly
Told her how I’m ‘bout to cum, she said
"Already?"

Strapped up, put your fists down, bozo
Made jugg page selling kicks like I’m no joke
Foreign kicks got my closet like a dojo
Pull out that big bitch if he
Tryna throw a low blow
Don’t let a confrontation turn into a murder
Oh, you said confrontation? Let
Me up the burner
Big dripping through this bitch
I could drown a surfer
Jugg what? Jugg who? You a known perper