ShittyBoyz - War Zone lyrics

Yeah, huh, ayy
Yeah, five hunnid (It's Bluestrip, baby)
Yeah, ayy, five hunnid yeah
Five hunnid dollars for a

Five hunnid dollars every step, bitch
My feet lavish
Two hunnid dollars every plate, bitch
I eat lavish
I'm in Walmart like voilà, bitch
This piece magic
Skrrt, skrrt when I'm in the
Chally like I ballet dance
Drop a fluke check
I might fuck around and grab eight bands
Designer head wraps, twenty K's
We from Pakistan scam dancing
Might scuff the Diors when I catch a ham

You can hear the wasp buzzing on
It when the Scatty drift
Deep in that one mode, lil' bitch
The baggy zipped applе tightened up
Grab ten 'forе they patch the glitch
Stop with that fake Fraud Bible
That shit blasphemous bounty on his head
We gon' treat it like it's Warzone
Up top, give him hangtime like some cornrows
I don't need the key, BNB with the door code
Two profiles with insurance
I got four phones

I like the pussy how you like yo leggings
Nice and tight
Looking for a bando with a addy
Now my missus right
You don't usually fuck the
First date but, shit, why not tonight?
Took him out the field
I'm sick that boy ain't have another stripe
Circle like some braids or yo clothes
Gotta keep 'em tight
I was in the dark for 'bout a while
Didn't believe in light
You can call Stan or BabyTron
They can get you right
You'll get shot think you turnt
Don't let them get you hype

We'll drop a hunnid shells
He better keep his taco ducked
Why these niggas rapping 'bout some chicken
That they not gon' touch?
Catch you catching public transportation
I done stopped yo bus
Make him weave a 762 before he bob a punch
Got the neck, drop a tech
Gang in Audemars Piguets drop a check
Brodie bling-blinging like it's Johnny Test
Bitch is pressed, hunnid in my closet, bitch
I drip finesse she said, "Boy, you looking
Like you swipe", got yo bitch impressed

Feel like Venom on the dark web
With a pack a punch chop came playing
Spent five just to pack a punch
In the field
Call him "Mariota" 'cause we
Had him ducking
We gon' light you like some fucking buffs
Try and snatch you something
All time leading scorer with
It like Abdul-Jabbar
Came from a crumb, bench rider to a superstar
RC-XD, blow it up if we shoot yo car
Balaclava X ghillie suit
Creeping through yo yard

Crocs on with the fur, I think they insolated
Told yo bitch to put it in
The air and then I penetrated
I done caught him in the same fit
I think he animated
You supposed to run it up and stack it
Let me demonstrate it
Put the ball down but I'm
Still getting down the lane
Bro'll pull up shooting from afar
He got a inner-Dame
She like, "Dee, when I'm just with you
It do not feel the same"
They can't play with us
That's when they go and try
To steal the game