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shittyboyz - kung fu lyrics

[verse 1: trdee]
chopstick kick him like it’s kung fu
only ’cause he wanted clout, now he on fox too
cold+ass world, gotta watch the ones around you
i knew that we would blow, we was bound to
she a bougie b+tch, she keep on begging for a getaway
thinking how i run it up but i’m still not in shape
n+ggas see you winning and they start to feel some type of way
only [?] ben franklins, i ain’t got a bae
he’ll up that b+tch and shoot it quick, shawn marion
only care about the green, vegetarian
she gon’ really f+ck the gang for the experience
gang’ll blow you like a black, are you serious?
all my opps jokes, they hilarious
used to hate on us, now we victorious
trackhawk, drive it like it’s fast & furious
how are you a shooter? back in school you was the scariest
[verse 2: babytron]
moose knuckle coat, i could’ve punched it but i spent a band
then went and spent another thousand on the belt and pants
sk!llet on the chop, he get away? i bet we melt his mans
i can show you how to make a fifty with no helping hand
i need some sealed wockiki, where the juice man?
‘oop it to habibi, he gon’ dunk that b+tch with two hands
i can make a hunnid off a cd or the new scams
hutch kit fiji, next year gon’ look like [?]
have my hitman walk you down, turn you ’round and face you
arp with the beam, boy, i ain’t gotta chase you
b+tch, i’m in the striker with da vinci, boy, he bound to paint you
if you end up in the pen with unky, boy, he bound to shank you
at the scam house, feel like jerry, this the stackhouse
pulled a lamb’ out, cut the traction off and spaz out
three+five of some, sh+t, f+ck, i might pass out
hunnid rounder knock him out the game like he lagged out

[verse 3: stanwill]
she gon’ do whatever off this percocet 30
busy day, i gotta f+ck up somerset early
ar got a fifty, glocky got the steph curry
spilled a pint of quagen in the coupe and left the ‘vette dirty
if it’s on the floor, we sliding with them dirty mop sticks
exotic bullets, hit him with a [?]
used to have a sack, oh sh+t, heard he got blitzed
ain’t no l!ck in here, this solo cup got dirty wock’ mix
she just told me that she love me, okay, cool, b+tch
thirty in the glocky, like some sh+t you can play pool with
baby gang be shooting, on his aau sh+t
i must be like bill f+cking gates if you say you rich
all these model b+tches in my dms, i’m so indecisive
they ain’t sucking d+ck up in the scatty then them b+tches hiking
swear to god if balling was a crime, i would’ve been indicted
ain’t no limits when i shop, if i like the sh+t, i’ll buy it
[outro]
“i’ll catch up with ya. i don’t know when but i’ll catch up. every time you turn around expect to see me ’cause one time you’ll turn around and i’ll be there. i’m gonna k!ll ya, matt”

- shittyboyz lyrics

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