ShittyBoyz - V8's & V12's lyrics

(MIA JAY C, I hear you, JAY C)

Think I need to go and see a reverend
I been fighting demons
Paranoid self-scanning
I got used to swiping pieces
Living in the blender finished
She gon' live her life defeated
Wax pen, dirty pop
I'm just shopping high in Neiman's
V8s and V10s
You can catch me flying speeding
I can't switch teams
You would probably go and sign a season
(Pow pow pow)
Pop out with ARP and send him right to Jesus
I ain't leaving
I ain't leaving till that bag come (Phew)
Stop flashing ten, that's a daily jack run
(Phew) bandicooting of the Quagy-agy
I might crash some (Shit)
Colossal 'Wood
Half Cookie and it's half Runtz
Shit, I got some black lungs

We gon' do him like he
Kunta if he running off hit him in his foot
I tried to knock his shouldеr off (Damn)
Getting to that type of levеl
I can't hit it raw
I ain't finna play no games with you
This is not the Saw
Keep coughing 'cause the 'Wood
Full of opposition cut the bitch off 'cause
She don't never listen
I'll air this bitch out if I feel a tension
I been balling in the D
I could've been a Piston
Fuck the past, fuck a "would've", "could've"
"should've" i'm a ShittyBoy 'cause I been
Shitting since the pull-ups
Made a couple Pros off the phones
I got the hookup
If rapping had a draft class
Niggas should've took us (Phew)

Bitch, bright and early to that bag
I'm the bird with the worm
Dropped a thirty in this
Wocky, unky tripping, got the Perc' muddy
In the field Triple S stomping, bitch
I got the earth grumpy, huh
I ain't got no friends, I swear it's just me
Gang and pape' (Tuh)
I'm bro favorite rapper but he
Pull up banging Drac' (Tuh)
Fully zipped
I couldn't see my cup and stained the BAPE
(Tuh) all these rockets in this UFO like
Me and gang in space (Tuh)
It's a 'Cat whenever me and
Gang skirting 'round the city
Think I need to buy some lingerie, this AR
It got titties throw the blick to lil' bro
I call him "Yeat" 'cause he get busy
Up in Neiman's, i don't want the kicks if
They don't cost no stimmy

Widebody, this a big whip
Slide down, switch clips and switch drip
(Pow pow pow)
Sixty floors up, spent the trip lit (Phew)
For that sack, it's a pick six or a hit stick
(Blitz, blitz)

Got racks like Serena, she a rich bitch
(Rich bitch)
How are you a shooter? You don't hit shit
(You don't hit shit)
It ain't take me long, I hit it real quick
(No cap)
Even in the dark I bet I'm still lit (Uh)

Still lit, still rich, still punching
Still scamming know I'm ugly as the fuck
But with this pape', i feel handsome
Cut the lights off
I bet the Hutch piece still dancing
Got a hunnid in this big fucker
Get real frantic

Phew yeah, bitch
ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia
That's on every song phew, phew, phew
Phew, phew, phew, phew