ShittyBoyz - Taliban Ties lyrics

Woke up in that Rolls-Royce, yeah
That Wraithy thang
One bullet, that's a head shot
Bro got crazy aim
This a Hellcat, that's a Scat
We don't race the same
This a thigh pad, can't relate
You living day to day
It takes pape' just to make some pape'
Elevation takes separation, we creating space
Loose Cannon out of Chrome Heart
Had to play the BAPE taliban ties
Head wrapped and we came with K's
Used to drive a bucket
Now I'm riding foreign
Chop hold a Wilt, new gen' Glock
Michael Jordan
Everything y'all do little, boy
Our life enormous
Old school ShittyBoyz vibes
We ain't write a chorus



Up before the rooster, cock-a doodle doo
You ain't got no money in yo
Pocket? She won't fuck with you
Don't say it's on the floor 'cause
Now it's up with you
You don't get respect in yo
Hood like a substitute
Foreign lil' bitch, give her dick
Make her teach me Spanish
I can tell he not from the
Way by how he acting friendly
Heard yo mans keep getting locked up
He a shitty bandit
Baby, I do not have a heart
I am not romantic real niggas in my circle
Ain't no squares here
I'll put my dawgs on yo ass
They can smell fear
Neph' a bad boy like he Laimbeer
Bitch like, "They can't fuck
With you", I'm like, "Damn near"
Caught him in the whip
That was his last ride
I don't give a fuck she got a nigga
I'ma still slide
Bitch caught me in the act and I still lied
No cap, unc' spot jumping like the old Clyde

Skinny motherfucker
Mike Amiris got the Lizzo pockets
Every single opp got sent to space
I got big ol' rockets
Come and get yo girl off my head, boy
Yo bitch on noggin
I do credit fraud, lil' bro
He got rich off robbing
Three-five of, goddamn, this some toxic gas
Treat the opps like they Kim K
We done shot they ass if it's on the floor
You gon' have to mop they ass
Side head better than my main
Finna swap they ass
Yo bitch let me poke every night
I'm a porcupine
Buffalo Cartis with the tint
Not the dorky kind
Let him throw a one, hit his ass with a 45
How you rapping dog shit and you
Ain't seen more than five?
If yo mans fall down, better lift yo dawg
Reflective Off White
Spin around like a disco ball
Hit his bitch and liked his pic
Finna piss bro off hunnid rounder, boy
This yop stick got the big ol' balls

Two thousand dollars on a winter coat
OT, riding 'round in a Sprinter blowed
Bitch tryna run off with the
Bag? Gotta get her gone
Glock with the flash, tryna crop
You out the picture, bro
All this Bitcoin around like
I'm Temple Running
Every piece fire, fucked around
Got the bezel flooded
One call'll get you gone
I'll press the button
Clip longer than a paragraph
But it ends discussions

Bring the beef to him like we DoorDash
She a bad bitch, pussy wet, make me cum fast
Then I got up and left, she was so mad
Don't mention my old hoes, I was down bad

Any confrontation? We'll put the
Blick to him the L's that I took back
Then? We don't mention them
Shoot yo shot to my bitch?
You gon' miss the rim
Fuck a hunnid thousand, couple years
Call me "Mister M"

Off White hoodie with the scribbles
And the big X
Triple S all on my pivot, this a big step
Unky in the kitchen whipping out a big reps
Pop out with a hunnid on me, this a big check

Where was y'all wave riders three years ago?
Only need the money, I don't need a ho
Dawg said that he was getting money
I ain't seen it though
Bitch like, "I think you
Know my man", yeah, that's lil' bro

I ain't got a thang for these
Hoes but some Oscar Mayers
Shoot his ass with the FN
But the Glock retired
Let him do the running man
We gon' pop the buyer
Unc' tryna get rich off juice
He the Wock' supplier yeah
ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia
That's on every song huh
Bitch