StanWill - $cam Will lyrics
[StanWill - $cam Will lyrics]
ShittyBoyz
Sack head, baby, I be itching for the plays
Started cracking cards
Now I'm lacking with the grades
Punch God Tron getting active from the
If he got an attitude, bro reacting with a K
World touring, hitting Walmarts near you
Bro smoking something that you
Can’t hear through
Old bitch mad, left her in the rear view
Let the demon out the Scat
When I hit gear two
Walking out of Wally’s with the AP green
One hitter quitter when I punch with this BIN
Counting up my blessings while I'm
Running up my sins lil' bitch on dick
I'm gon' put it in her ribs
Jumped in the water, now I drown in the drip
Talking 'bout fighting? Boy
You need to punch a lift
You ain’t got a ride to work
Now you missing shifts
I know Susan on your head, boy
Your manager a bitch
Hellcat roaring, hear scream when I stay pass
On me, I'ma bust a jugg 'fore the day pass
Pussy too wet, swear to God that I can’t last
Thought my ex bitch was the
One but it ain’t last
Zoey 101, got my white bitch swiping
Set the play on me? I don’t
Advise you to try it jimmy Craig with me
I don’t really do the fighting
'Cause the Glock could knock a pound off
You like you on a diet
Rich steaks, Mickey D’s turned to hibachi
Used to mean-mug, now the bitch face sloppy
Sauce God, bitch, I go by "Mr teriyaki"
I can teach you how to
Punch like I'm Mr miyagi
Shooting for the stars 'cause I
Been near the next
Fucking up the I been there
Balencis so it's six when I step
Certified shit talker so I
Speak from the chest
I can tell you ain’t tapped
In with the source
Got my first method then I
Threw away the sports
Was four for four, now it's four for a course
ShittyBoyz up, bitch
We running with the torch
Fairlane tripping when I'm stuffed
With the Flaming Wok
I’m Mister Spin A Bitch
You Captain Save A Thot
Drip God, when I walk in, bet it rain a lot
Bro like to paint with the stick
He’ll stain a opp
Only time you punching up is
When you punching in i'ma run it up if I
Keep running with these BINs
Baby, I’m a GOAT so I'ma tell you how it is
From the bottom to the top
Turned my losses into wins
Charged up, feel like Duracell with the power
Thinking that we sweet? Have my
Shooter play it sour
Airbnb, fucking up the marble counters
She a freak, got me jumping out my trousers
Ain’t no typos when I fuck with that embosser
Test me and I'ma play it like Mr crocker
We want all static
Bro'll hit you with a shocker
He used to bully niggas
Stuffing kids into lockers
Clear Fruit in one hand, roll in the other
All that pillow talking? Better keep
It in the covers
Dame Time with the Glock since
You got the thunder
StanWill, bitch, I’m the GOAT, did I stutter?
I would hate too if I was you
I couldn't be y'all
Kenzo, eye on the tee, I can see all
Courtesy of punches
I be living for the free ball
Drawers twenty plus
What the fuck is a free ball?
I94 in the Beam', bitch, I'm stabbing
Looking for the punch, sike nah, I'm jabbing
No witness when I hit the set, I be grabbing
"Can I get the sauce?", yeah
If you slay a dragon dumbass
I wanted you, you wanted me
Together we were meant to be
But now there's something new in this recipe
And it's clear there's just no room for three
Sack head, baby, I be itching for the plays
Started cracking cards
Now I'm lacking with the grades
Punch God Tron getting active from the
If he got an attitude, bro reacting with a K
World touring, hitting Walmarts near you
Bro smoking something that you
Can’t hear through
Old bitch mad, left her in the rear view
Let the demon out the Scat
When I hit gear two
Walking out of Wally’s with the AP green
One hitter quitter when I punch with this BIN
Counting up my blessings while I'm
Running up my sins lil' bitch on dick
I'm gon' put it in her ribs
Jumped in the water, now I drown in the drip
Talking 'bout fighting? Boy
You need to punch a lift
You ain’t got a ride to work
Now you missing shifts
I know Susan on your head, boy
Your manager a bitch
Hellcat roaring, hear scream when I stay pass
On me, I'ma bust a jugg 'fore the day pass
Pussy too wet, swear to God that I can’t last
Thought my ex bitch was the
One but it ain’t last
Zoey 101, got my white bitch swiping
Set the play on me? I don’t
Advise you to try it jimmy Craig with me
I don’t really do the fighting
'Cause the Glock could knock a pound off
You like you on a diet
Rich steaks, Mickey D’s turned to hibachi
Used to mean-mug, now the bitch face sloppy
Sauce God, bitch, I go by "Mr teriyaki"
I can teach you how to
Punch like I'm Mr miyagi
Shooting for the stars 'cause I
Been near the next
Fucking up the I been there
Balencis so it's six when I step
Certified shit talker so I
Speak from the chest
I can tell you ain’t tapped
In with the source
Got my first method then I
Threw away the sports
Was four for four, now it's four for a course
ShittyBoyz up, bitch
We running with the torch
Fairlane tripping when I'm stuffed
With the Flaming Wok
I’m Mister Spin A Bitch
You Captain Save A Thot
Drip God, when I walk in, bet it rain a lot
Bro like to paint with the stick
He’ll stain a opp
Only time you punching up is
When you punching in i'ma run it up if I
Keep running with these BINs
Baby, I’m a GOAT so I'ma tell you how it is
From the bottom to the top
Turned my losses into wins
Charged up, feel like Duracell with the power
Thinking that we sweet? Have my
Shooter play it sour
Airbnb, fucking up the marble counters
She a freak, got me jumping out my trousers
Ain’t no typos when I fuck with that embosser
Test me and I'ma play it like Mr crocker
We want all static
Bro'll hit you with a shocker
He used to bully niggas
Stuffing kids into lockers
Clear Fruit in one hand, roll in the other
All that pillow talking? Better keep
It in the covers
Dame Time with the Glock since
You got the thunder
StanWill, bitch, I’m the GOAT, did I stutter?
I would hate too if I was you
I couldn't be y'all
Kenzo, eye on the tee, I can see all
Courtesy of punches
I be living for the free ball
Drawers twenty plus
What the fuck is a free ball?
I94 in the Beam', bitch, I'm stabbing
Looking for the punch, sike nah, I'm jabbing
No witness when I hit the set, I be grabbing
"Can I get the sauce?", yeah
If you slay a dragon dumbass
I wanted you, you wanted me
Together we were meant to be
But now there's something new in this recipe
And it's clear there's just no room for three