ShittyBoyz - Triple Dog Dare lyrics

Yeah

Knocking on a opp door
We 'bout to blow his crib down
X on my Off White tee when I spin 'round
Went in Somerset with twenty racks
And left with ten thou'
Flash the rackies at her
She gon' undress and bend down
Once I get the neck I gotta bounce
I ain't staying with you
19X, be done blew you with a tan pistol
Walking outta Loose Cannon
I done left some bands in it
Gotta know it's new season drip
You see Stan in it big Track2s
You won't catch me in no pair of Crocs
Balling-ass swiper, bitch
I'm feeling like De'Aaron Fox
Hopping out like Max Payne
Busting with a pair of Glocks
Pull up tryna fight? Bitch
I triple dog dare a opp

Lemon, Black Cherry
Plug came with Gelato flavors
Mossberg shells everywhere, I'm a taco maker
BIN Master
More numbers on me than a lotto player
You was class clown
Nowadays you ain't got no paper
Vroom, I'll fuck around and
Make this bitch zoom
Unky in the kitchen, blue nose
Not no Shih Tzu
Chopstick, hunnid rounder beam with
The grip too walk down season
I ain't doing no jiu-jit'su
Ahki got a turban
I be sliding in a balaclava
Triple S stepping, see an opp
He getting stomped in 'iagas talking money
Why the fuck yo bank account
Ain't got a comma?
Widebody or the lil' coupe, no
This is not a Honda

Came through like the Major League
Whole gang got sticks
Hutch kit, BBC tee, watch stainless, bitch
It ain't many really like me
I'm limit edition catch me with a stepper
Hothead always pistol gripping
All I gotta do is start it
Up and then we taking off
Think it's crazy how she hate my guts
But then I'm in her jaw
Baby told me she don't suck no dick
And she ain't seen me since
I got tired of running through them hoes
Feel like Marshawn Lynch
Heard you missing shots, andre Drummond
Should've got a beam
You don't wanna see your mans win
Ain't no "I" in "team"
Made a play out in the bay
I feel like Draymond Green
Jump shitty 'cause I heard they watch
Me like my life a stream

I feel like Hutch with this Glock
I'll ice boy
BabyTron got yo baby tryna fuck a white boy
I'm with TrDee, don't D-IE tryna fight, boy
SBDSM, spell it out, it ain't no "I", boy
I'm a rack-flashing
Jack-grabbing ShittyBoy, bitch
Two chains swanging, Tron look like Tity Boi
Bitch grown man money on me
You got little boy chick'
This the money team
We be punching on our Floyd shit
Both Balencis on the throttle, bitch
I done broke the gas
We don't post about no opposition
We be loading MAGs
Mister Blow It All At The Set
Spent the most in Saks
Catch him chilling in his front yard
We done mowed his ass

Four of Wockiana in my cup
This ain't no Casamigos
Should've paid that car note
Yo dirty-ass done got it repo'd
Touchdown MIA, can call me "Tron Marino"
Catch him walking outta Greektown
I'ma rock the Nino unky sliding early
He'll kill you off a cup of coffee
Bitch on my dick 'cause I'm rich
Get the fuck up off me
Y-3 rocking, fifty ball
Finna stuff the joggy
Mean attitude with some pape'
All my sluts be bossy high as hell
Half sleep so I might walk clumsy
BabyTron being broke? LOL, the thought funny
Stomped him out in Christian Loubies
Left his jaw bloody
Never sold the boy or the girl
This some fraud money

Play her like a game or play
A bitch just like a instrument
Who broke? Bitch, I'm like a knee
These niggas got me bent
I'm with Stan but feel like I'm with Cena
Riding 'round with tint
Got a middle finger for my haters
They can suck a dick
Nike tech fiends, newest season
It's a shitty fit
If you see us out, don't sit and stare
Stan might up his blick
Only thing 'bout that fast money
You can lose it quick
Pulled up to the function with some cannons
Hopping out with Nick
Touch me? You gon' meet your match
I'm eHarmony
In a Hellkitty, sunroof, seats burgundy
I don't wanna round
I can see you filled with jealousy
Pedal on the floor
I'm rushing to the money urgently yeah
ShittyBoyz, yeah, some gang shit
Whole lotta wild shit, yeah