StanWill - Wild West lyrics

[StanWill - Wild West lyrics]

Ha ha yeah, ShittyBoyz
(ShittyBoyz, nigga, Dog Shit Militia, nigga)
ShittyBoyz, ShittyBoyz
(Whole lotta gang shit, man
You know what's going, man)
ShittyBoyz (Whole lotta Lab shit)
Yeah, ShittyBoyz (His name's "Pablo")

Real road runner
Bug splatter on my windshield
Couldn't roll with us if yo
Lil' whip had ten wheels
Counting blessings every single day
But I'ma sin still blew a ten at Neiman's
I'ma hit Saks and spend still
Up roll on yo bitch
I'm getting in her jeans lately
White Scat, limousine tint, bitch
I'm speed racing
Dee blew a ten he off three facers
SB the fucking printing press
How we keep paper
I like pape', I like guns, I like bad bitches
I'm a road upping, shit talking, rap nigga
Ducked in my duffy
Hoes know our bag different
All this pape' in thе fanny
I can't fit the strap in it
In a Mustang sticked up, this the Wild Wеst
Heart cold
I been backstabbed so I smile less
We on every block, big rockets, feel like Yao
Somerset tripping
When we leave ain't no style left
Ha ha, yeah, that's 'cause we bought it all
Jeeps, Hellcats, Trackhawks
We don't walk at all ash Ketchum
I ain't squashing beef until I caught 'em all
When you say the word "shitting"
Ain't nobody thought of y'all
Buffed up, off a four of Wock'
Bro can't see nothing
Since the womb I always told
Myself that I'ma be something
Spend the block with fifty round drums
We ain't gon' keep nothing
I don't drug talk but unky said
He got 'bout three onions
Like they DTE, all gang do is light shit up
Summer '16 was Robin jeans
You ain't fly with us
All that ice up in his Cariters
Brodie sinus stuffed
We'll pop his shit like Moneybagg
Tryna fight with us
Dior, Balenciaga, Louboutin
You can't hike with us
Them some twenty-threes, these Amiri
You can't Mike with us
We some 201 extraordinaires
You can't slide with us
Rejecting bitches at the door
Like, "Nah, baby, nine's enough"
At the Ritz on the top floor
But I'm scared of heights
You a hothead? I'll put a
Glock to yo Fahrenheit
Too familiar with yo bitch crib
I be there every night
We'll let this big black bitch
Sing like it's Barry White

Ha ha, yeah, nigga, I been tripping lately
Nigga touching chicken lately
Ask me where I'm at, I'm
Probably with yo baby, nigga
Huh, fuck is you talking about? Yeah

Big shitting, when I talk, boy
Yo bitch listen
You would think that Elmo around
I got big chicken she gon' let my lil' bro
Fuck 'cause his wrist glisten
You can go and ask Charmin, boy
They know I been shitting
Every time you see me out
It's Off White and new Yeezys
Boy, I been putting that shit
On 'fore you knew Jeezy
I be road running, sack chasing more than
I'ma hang this shit up as the GOAT, boy
It's too easy

Dumbass nigga bitch, I'm a ShittyBoy, yeah
Bitch, we the ShittyBoyz ha ha

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