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shittyboyz - 5 mins of barkin lyrics

[intro]
(i got exotic pack)

[verse 1: babytron]
catch me pullin’ pints up out the pantry
catch me pull a trick and disappear just like i’m gatsby
lil’ bro a savage, he gon’ play it like he randy
two racks to action impact to buy a banshee
i ain’t even test it at the range
bring that black light and diamond tester for his chains (ooh)
applyin’ pressure for the day
we applyin’, applyin’, ‘plyin’ pressure for the day
mossberg, behind the stove, behind the dresser, it’s the
50 in the middle console, got a tester over pape’
birdies migratin’ south, we trimmin’ feathers in the a
never know when it’s your last, so i’ma treasure every game
i’ma give it all i got, i just sipped up all the wock’
spin around and hit they block, spinned around until they dropped
why you playin’ with that chop? why you playin’ with that mop?
why you playin’ with that glock? why you playin’ with that— eh
why you playin’ on that block? why you playin’? you a bot
why she playin’ with that top? why she playin’? she a bop
i just got some new— uh, finna play it with the— uh
if i see them blue troops, then i’m takin’ off like— uh

[verse 2: mjpaid]
pop cost a dollar, it’s a band in my pop
f+ck you actin’ like you man and you not?
band down the [?] on my jeans like i’m pac
irritatin’ b+tch, once i f+ck, you blocked
how the f+ck i’m not locked? i’m a con
i done made a ten off a dot+com
q’s on the a with glock 9
bands on me knot, h+ll no, i’m not signed
i ain’t never trippin’ on a b+tch that’s not mine
bro, them lightskins f+ckin’ with the top side
tron got chop, make a n+gga cha+cha
all these n+ggas cap, n+ggas gettin’ side+eyed
n+gga, stop lyin’
chicken on me now, this sh+t popeyes
that’s at least a hundred racks when we pop out
why you talkin’ all that sh+t that you not ’bout?
f+ck it, i get locked in your city, i’ma bond out
[verse 3: fordio]
why you playin’ with that pint? pour some drop now
still probably kick a n+gga game, i’m a dropout
he probably scared of the risk, this my lifestyle
i won’t feel not a thing when i bite down
he keep switchin’ on his team, doggy know he foul
i just darkened up my cream, now it’s zombie files
it’s just that codeine and me, i done said my vows
huggin’ on my cup, walkin’ down the giffie aisle
i can’t chase a tuck, rather chase the mixed miles
thinkin’ ’bout my slime, really said they set him down
i done brought another load, but this from a different town
ho, you ain’t no morton grove, i don’t even want you ’round
it just be me and my cup, feel like [?]
i know a n+gga throwin’ green, cases on the hound
another n+gga shippin’ p’s in by the load
40 switch hit to the ground, swear sh+t goin’ wrong
(i got exotic pack)

[verse 4: beannskii]
fiendin’ for some wock’, i need a lil’ sip
she done p+ssed me off, show me why i need six
gettin’ in ski, she wasn’t impressin’ me, i need this
pour my feelings in a pop, and then i give it a french kiss
frrt, frrt+frrt, he can’t duck the switch
this b+tch unloaded too fast, where my extra clip?
told this n+gga watch his mouth, chop thumped his lip
couldn’t find a strike in time, so i called a lyft
once he front his move, i’m john wick, off the hip
get the ‘bow, then i hit it with a shawn kick
tryna put a hole in a n+gga, i’m posted up at doms, b+tch (doin’ donuts)
too much smoke from a chop, this like a hotbox, and i can’t breathe
[verse 5: prince jefe]
two poles, two bl!cks, don’t run, don’t trip
my n+gga on his last and i put him on a l!ck
pop through 5.56, it’s tearin’ through bricks
you pull down this one+way and we gon’ park your sh+t
they say i’m f+cked up, i jugg a n+gga, put my heart in slip
call that m1, shot a n+gga in an argument
i got some purple dope like i’m preparin’ it
robbed a pharmacy, i drive my car in it
in the tesla, just keep shootin’, i ain’t drivin’ it
the way she rock the mic, i wake up, sign a b+tch
call you back, i’m turnin’ sixteen to thirty+six
rockin’ off+white that ain’t drop, you can’t find this sh+t
soon as we hit the lights, you know what time it is
cuddy bounce his car in at the light, can go around this sh+t
he wanna get in the ring, i knocked out his b+tch
tell the label send them m’s to me, i send a million hits

[verse 6: stanwill]
tuh, i got the jump, he got shot, then i bounced like a basketball
six months’ rent at your crib what the glasses cost
unc’ll put the smackdown on you for a bag of raw
everything i touch, i overdo it, you just do enough
funny brodie said he kicked the cup, i caught him bootin’ up
this sh+t like omaser, k!ll an opp, you know we lootin’ up
this sh+t on the floor, you say it’s up, b+tch, we gon’ shoot the sun
b+tch said, “take me out to eat”, you know she playin’ sausage
bro can’t wait to score on purple like he play for boston
how i see it, you ain’t workin’ if you ain’t exhausted
real up in that field like how we blitzin’ and we playin’ offense?
they say life tough, throw a helmet on
she gon’ rip my thing out the lang, i got helmut on
got his wife f+cked, she in h+ll in bones
rich for my chain, when it hang, i’ma mail him home
[verse 7: trdee]
doggy actin’ foul, we gon’ send him out of bounds
i just pulled up with will, i ain’t runnin’ out of rounds
i ain’t worried ’bout them n+ggas, they a circus full of clowns
talkin’ like the weed man, but he ain’t even got no pounds
klay and steph with me, i got shooters in the long sleeve
ray charles can probably see me ballin’ from the nosebleeds
n+ggas broke as f+ck, don’t got no motion, must don’t like cheese
backwood full of zaza, i don’t smoke breeze
level up, man, y’all boys stuck just like a f+ckin’ statue
check my closet, you know i get fly just like a pterodactyl
gotta watch who you call in there ’cause bro a f+ckin’ hacker
they like, “d+mn, how did that n+gga die?” because he was a lacker
how you try to take off on your team? it do not work like that
show my b+tch my bank account, she d+mn near had a heart attack
glockie in my pocket sendin’ bullets like a quarterback
you be shoppin’ on the cheap side, you don’t go in saks

[outro: trdee]
sh+ttyboyz, sbdsm, y’all couldn’t f+ck with us, never could, ho
(i got exotic pack)

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