ShittyBoyz - Terry Crews lyrics
[ShittyBoyz - Terry Crews lyrics]
(Hokatiwi)
Eighty dollars what I need for a durantula
Heard he at the BNB, we pull up
Shoot the mansion up
The chop got more legs on
That bitch than a tarantula
If I don't got that bitch on me
I'ma knuckle sandwich something
Huh, jamming chips till they jam me up
Stand out in the room and
I ain't even standing up
Goose parka big as fuck, got a gadget tucked
RIP Cartier Cash, bitch, you can add me up
I don't know nobody with no money
Just to keep it real
Opposition said they getting to it?
They is not for real
Heard y'all niggas put him on a shelf
I cannot sign a deal
Yeah, I'm kinda skinny but pockets
Get a lot of meals give me ten minutes
I'ma have her like she Winnie Pooh
She gon' flock to me like a bird
Told that bitch to shoo
Knowing she belong to the streets, bitch
I'm hip to you i ain't into beef
I could show you what the chicken do
Running 'round, pockets half my weight
Lil'-ass money, boy
You couldn't even cash my steak
Got about twenty jacks off
I don't masturbate come in Saks with me
I could show you how the rappers play
Saying that you punch on fast
Beats? You a copycat
I could really preach 'bout this piece
Feel like Gandhi ass
Reaching over here? All he grabbed
Was a body bag
Running 'round like I'm Terry Crews
With my cocky-ass
Bitch biracial and my chain tricolor
Bro up close, lay it up, don't like jumpers
Eight hunnid dollar Off White Nike runners
Got a hunnid different names
That I swipe under
Chop came with Red Bull
Couple shots give him wings
Old hoes see me buzzing, damn
I know it kinda stings
Seen her with a lame nigga
I ain't even say a thing
It was for the free
I ain't even have to pay a thing
I done brought yo bitch to the
Lab like she Dexter sis
I been rebounding out of Sprint
How I'm catching bricks
To the opps, fuck yo dead mans
He can rest in piss
I don't small talk, Glock greet him
He done met the blick
Bitch broke her neck
Turned around like The Exorcist
Real Visa Man, walk in the store paperless
Chop got a angled foregrip
Ain't no extra kick
2014, young Tron stuffed them Mexx with six
Eighty dollars what I need for a durantula
Heard he at the BNB, we pull up
Shoot the mansion up
The chop got more legs on
That bitch than a tarantula
If I don't got that bitch on me
I'ma knuckle sandwich something
Huh, jamming chips till they jam me up
Stand out in the room and
I ain't even standing up
Goose parka big as fuck, got a gadget tucked
RIP Cartier Cash, bitch, you can add me up
I don't know nobody with no money
Just to keep it real
Opposition said they getting to it?
They is not for real
Heard y'all niggas put him on a shelf
I cannot sign a deal
Yeah, I'm kinda skinny but pockets
Get a lot of meals give me ten minutes
I'ma have her like she Winnie Pooh
She gon' flock to me like a bird
Told that bitch to shoo
Knowing she belong to the streets, bitch
I'm hip to you i ain't into beef
I could show you what the chicken do
Running 'round, pockets half my weight
Lil'-ass money, boy
You couldn't even cash my steak
Got about twenty jacks off
I don't masturbate come in Saks with me
I could show you how the rappers play
Saying that you punch on fast
Beats? You a copycat
I could really preach 'bout this piece
Feel like Gandhi ass
Reaching over here? All he grabbed
Was a body bag
Running 'round like I'm Terry Crews
With my cocky-ass
Bitch biracial and my chain tricolor
Bro up close, lay it up, don't like jumpers
Eight hunnid dollar Off White Nike runners
Got a hunnid different names
That I swipe under
Chop came with Red Bull
Couple shots give him wings
Old hoes see me buzzing, damn
I know it kinda stings
Seen her with a lame nigga
I ain't even say a thing
It was for the free
I ain't even have to pay a thing
I done brought yo bitch to the
Lab like she Dexter sis
I been rebounding out of Sprint
How I'm catching bricks
To the opps, fuck yo dead mans
He can rest in piss
I don't small talk, Glock greet him
He done met the blick
Bitch broke her neck
Turned around like The Exorcist
Real Visa Man, walk in the store paperless
Chop got a angled foregrip
Ain't no extra kick
2014, young Tron stuffed them Mexx with six