shittyboyz - goated lyrics
[intro: babytron]
sh+ttyboyz
[verse 1: babytron]
fit wet as h+ll, i drip water like poseidon
punching doordash, i got ruth’s chris arriving
feeling too blessed, i’m ap in verizon
just touchdown, b+tch, i’m feeling like a [?]
baby, check the rating stats, been maxed out
dee a bulldozer, he just cleared saks out
ric flair cookie, this’ll make you tap out
slam dunk like stackhouse, i done blew her back out
[verse 2: stanwill]
when i was down, i had a piece for every puzzle
the way i punch sh+t, you would think i like to tussle
you strong with the hands? bro blowing off your muscle
look me in my eyes, all you see is the hustle
good approval so i signed sh+ttyboyz
upping checks on n+ggas, whole life i been unemployed
had a heart once but now the juggs for the boys
brodie punching up for some belts like he f+ck with floyd
[verse 3: babytron]
baby k’ll fling his ass to the ozone
bro slid for the ice, call him “frozone”
pops said the belt ain’t sh+t, life goes on
you decline in six stores, dude, go home
brought some new jacks to the city, feel like nino brown
ten bands in two days, this the sh+t i dreamed about
running up a check, i’m getting sweaty, b+tch, i need a towel
juul put yo ass in a suit like you [?]
[verse 4: stanwill]
ain’t no [?] but it’s some iron on the goat
shouts on the ‘gram? i’ma take you as a joke
b+tch on my d+ck ’cause you gon’ put it down yo throat
if she throw me in the cold, i’m throwing moncler on the coat
when it’s beef, i can’t find n+ggas like they waldo
big on the mag and it kick like ronaldo
same n+ggas hating be the same ones i ball on
sh+ttyboyz the gang, only n+ggas i can fall on
[verse 5: babytron]
prolific sport ’cause i’m really out here winning
granny pray at church ’cause i’m really out here sinning
heavyweight bins, my sh+t really out here hitting
sh+ttyboyz lieutenant, b+tch, i’m really out here sh+tting
that is that thrust if you still rocking rocks
shooter got range, i’ma call him “rocket watts”
cuff who? b+tch, i’m spinning like a bottle top
saucy+ass fit, a lot of drip and a lot of drop
[verse 6: stanwill]
ask what i am, i say ten times ten
tell me, have you ever made ten off a bin?
pray god forgive me, made ten off my sins
picked up the cards, now it’s win after win
call me “sensei”, i can put you in a dojo
i ain’t in a ring but i punch like i’m cotto
any smoke, bro folding tops like a polo
ain’t no running from me ’cause he shooting from the logo
sh+ttyboyz up, y’all n+ggas down and out
hoes ain’t loyal, hurt my soul finding out
sick that i’m winning, n+ggas wanna fight me now
punch a little piece, boy think he tyson now
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