StanWill - Shit Show lyrics

ShittyBoyz, man, Dog Shit Militia
You know that's on every song
I ain't even gotta say too much
But know it's a lot of that and
It's a lot of racks around
Fuck is you talking 'bout?
Y'all know it, yeah, yeah, huh

30 in the Glock like he popped a Perc'
Slide again when we kill a opp
We gon' pop the hearse
If it ain't 'bout pape', we cannot converse
Let him ever say it's on the floor
We put the mops to work
Huh, two hunnid bucks what my pasta worth
X or a V on my back when I rock the shirt
I be card-cracking, unky lobbing work
It'll be a cold day in Hell
And my opps was turnt
Bitch think I'm Bigfoot
It's just the Balenci' thangs


I feel like a toilet
Dog Shit with a pissy chain
Drunk as hell in the strip
Making strippies rain
Brum-bum-bum-bum in the Glock
Let the 50 hang
Or I can come titty boy, let the Nicki bang
Get them old hunnids out my face
I like Nipsey thangs (Blues)
SBDSM, boy, it's strictly gang
Seven hunnid horses to the boys
You can't flick me, gang
Christian Louboutin did the sneaks
I got rich toes
Tell a bitch this ain't a lil' blick
This a big pole
Always got some chicken on me
They think I'm a wishbone
Jake 'em like tilapia
We catch him in that fishbowl
Catch me in the BnB with six hoes
Mike Amiri got me looking homeless
In these ripped clothes
BabyTron keep the diesel like he Citgo
Any function that we hit
We turn it to a shit'show
If it don't make dollars
It ain't making sense
If my mans ever go pig, turn him bacon bit's
Caught a flight
We on Collins Ave' racing whips
Feeling oriental, BAPE on with a blazer
Bitch i don't like slow head, told her
"Make it quick" bougie with the ding-a-ling
I don't hit no basic shit
Gang'll put you in a suit
Get you tailored quick
If you don't catch plays or
Suck dick, see you later, bitch
Bitch used to mean mug
Now she get her face fucked
Threw the buffs on
Told a opp get his weight up
Riding 'round with the Aubrey Graham, bitch
I'm Drac'd up
Really saving all these thot hoes
Put your cape up
Put my babies on her face like some makeup
For me
Shooting shots to these hoes like a layup
Do I want a Submarine' or a Datejust?
Run off with a penny, if I catch
You better pay up
I just left Hutch with some shiny shit
Everything that gang do huge
You on tiny shit
Running off'll get you popped
In the heinie quick bro wipe his nose
All my slatts be on slimy shit
Hitman'll clean the scene on some tidy shit
Quick to up the Glocky if he
Pull up on some ID shit
Looking for my Saweetie
I just want a icy bitch
Step a opp out in some
Thousand dollar Nike kicks
He don't dress hair, gang like to split wigs
Taking hunnid dollar Wocky sips, boy
Them big swigs
Swimming in the deep, grew some big fins
Splurged down Audemar
Brodie look like Ben 10
All this drip up in my closet
Damn near gotta swim in
Should I pop out shooting with the
Glocky or the big F&N?
Shot a leg out the bopstick
And had to switch lens
Wet as hell, Shitty' got 'em shitty
We some rich kids rolling Turtle Pie
Brodie in this bitch blowed
Make her suck it fast
But she wanna fuck me slow
Jumping out the coupe
Talking loose up in robes
I might tell her, "I ain't got a heart
But it's chrome" i can't hear you 'cause my
Ear wire hold the phones
Glock got a flash, catch a opp, tell him
"Pose"
Wocky in the silo, bitch, we not pouring roj'
All y'all baby know is chase
A bag 'til I'm gone

Ha, yeah, bitch
('Til I'm gone, fuck is you talking 'bout?)
Fuck you talking 'bout, man? ShittyBoyz
Dog Shit Militia
(All I know is chase a bag, for real,
You feel me?, yeah, though
It's a whole lot of that going on)
(Gang shit, we don't lane
Switch, bitch, yeah, shittyBoyz)