StanWill, D.Deshaun - Bubble Guts lyrics
[StanWill, D.Deshaun - Bubble Guts lyrics]
Looking at my ayy, looking at myself like
Ayy
Looking at myself like, damn
I'm ugly than a bitch
Thinking to myself like I might
Be ugly but I'm rich
I just spent a thousand on some shoes
On some fuck it shit
All I know is jam and slide
Wouldn't touch a brick
Bitch talk a lot like, damn
Can you suck my dick?
Bougie than a motherfucker, boy
You couldn't touch my bitch
Would never throw a fist
How ironic that I punched a blick
ShittyBoyz shitting
How ironic that I'm up some shit
Ayy, I walk past all the pretty hoes
Wanna blow a kiss
Tell me how you 'posed to make a bag
You won't take a risk
Just shot a ground breaker, hit maker
I can never miss
Crossed another goal off the list
Smoking out the zip
Now who told these lil' niggas
They could fuck with us?
With the ShittyBoyz
ShittyBoy got the bubblе guts
I'm hopping in and out these hoes'
Hеarts like it's Double Dutch
Tongue out like I'm MJ, scoring in a clutch
It take time
Wanna run it up? You ain't got to rush
It can get depressing if these
Niggas think 'bout pressing us
I heard the opps running out of money
Running out of luck
I wake up early, getting to the bucks
Time to run it up
Keep some Charmin on me everywhere I go
I'm fucking shitting
Think I need a heavyweight belt, bitch
I punch like 'Lista
He brought some knuckles to a gun fight
That's a dumb decision
I think the opps some vegetarians 'cause
They don't touch no chicken
Blicky on me, giffies on me
I'm in LA tripping
Might be skinny but I flex
Like I'm in LA Fitness
Niggas all bark with no bite
I can tell they bitches
Chilling in a room full of models
I can tell they tempted
Now how you gon' see me and
You ain't got the vision?
I wake up and replenish in the kitchen
Something like a chemist
Niggas cannot hang with the gang
Out here acting timid
We up at Saks Fifth spending
Chips on designer denim
I tried to put yo mans on some BINs
It just wasn't in him
He tried to walk a mile in my
Forces but they couldn't fit him
I'm tip-toeing on this beat
Lighter than a feather
Yo bitch wanna roll with the clique
But you wouldn't let her
Ayy, I can trip and fall on my ass
Still run it up
You know all my dawgs got a MAG
Still knuckle up
Guess I gotta ball with a mask, fuck Corona
Huh you can catch me all in
My bag, play with luggage, huh
Ayy, I could probably skydive
And wouldn't fall off
We'll blow him sky high, he acting all tough
Ayy, gave D deshaun a high five
We fucked 'em all up
Ayy, showed this lil' bitch a light
Five and got my balls sucked
Shippy after shippy after shippy
Shout-out Amazon
Granny after granny after granny
It's a scamathon
They think it's Zac Efron and Corbin Bleu
But it's just Stan and Tron
I just punched the Yeezys off the site
I don't stand in line
Ayy
Looking at myself like, damn
I'm ugly than a bitch
Thinking to myself like I might
Be ugly but I'm rich
I just spent a thousand on some shoes
On some fuck it shit
All I know is jam and slide
Wouldn't touch a brick
Bitch talk a lot like, damn
Can you suck my dick?
Bougie than a motherfucker, boy
You couldn't touch my bitch
Would never throw a fist
How ironic that I punched a blick
ShittyBoyz shitting
How ironic that I'm up some shit
Ayy, I walk past all the pretty hoes
Wanna blow a kiss
Tell me how you 'posed to make a bag
You won't take a risk
Just shot a ground breaker, hit maker
I can never miss
Crossed another goal off the list
Smoking out the zip
Now who told these lil' niggas
They could fuck with us?
With the ShittyBoyz
ShittyBoy got the bubblе guts
I'm hopping in and out these hoes'
Hеarts like it's Double Dutch
Tongue out like I'm MJ, scoring in a clutch
It take time
Wanna run it up? You ain't got to rush
It can get depressing if these
Niggas think 'bout pressing us
I heard the opps running out of money
Running out of luck
I wake up early, getting to the bucks
Time to run it up
Keep some Charmin on me everywhere I go
I'm fucking shitting
Think I need a heavyweight belt, bitch
I punch like 'Lista
He brought some knuckles to a gun fight
That's a dumb decision
I think the opps some vegetarians 'cause
They don't touch no chicken
Blicky on me, giffies on me
I'm in LA tripping
Might be skinny but I flex
Like I'm in LA Fitness
Niggas all bark with no bite
I can tell they bitches
Chilling in a room full of models
I can tell they tempted
Now how you gon' see me and
You ain't got the vision?
I wake up and replenish in the kitchen
Something like a chemist
Niggas cannot hang with the gang
Out here acting timid
We up at Saks Fifth spending
Chips on designer denim
I tried to put yo mans on some BINs
It just wasn't in him
He tried to walk a mile in my
Forces but they couldn't fit him
I'm tip-toeing on this beat
Lighter than a feather
Yo bitch wanna roll with the clique
But you wouldn't let her
Ayy, I can trip and fall on my ass
Still run it up
You know all my dawgs got a MAG
Still knuckle up
Guess I gotta ball with a mask, fuck Corona
Huh you can catch me all in
My bag, play with luggage, huh
Ayy, I could probably skydive
And wouldn't fall off
We'll blow him sky high, he acting all tough
Ayy, gave D deshaun a high five
We fucked 'em all up
Ayy, showed this lil' bitch a light
Five and got my balls sucked
Shippy after shippy after shippy
Shout-out Amazon
Granny after granny after granny
It's a scamathon
They think it's Zac Efron and Corbin Bleu
But it's just Stan and Tron
I just punched the Yeezys off the site
I don't stand in line