Win Or Lose
Shittyboyz
3:19(Ooh shit, that's a Danny G beat) Fuck, huh, shit, damn, huh Shooter Super Saiyan He'll pop you like a Senzu Bean Brodie OT road running, he a rental fiend (Whew) bitch, I'm charged up (Brr) , shit, times two Feel like Mac and Devin I was blowed back in high school Tryna fight like Gohan? We'll blow Him like some hot food Found out she was fucking That shit hurt him like a tattoo She suck it and leave it a mess She like a messy eater You only paid me for the method Not to be a teacher Catch yo baby We gon' hit him in his Cocomelon We be loading Glockiеs, y'all be Going to the popo, telling Say hе got some demons? He Don't know no felons We ain't got no manners, hunnid Dollar plates at Fogo, yelling We gon' knock you down in 2 If you show your weapon Shot his legs off for being tough It ain't no more stepping Hit the club and I'll start a Storm like the Crooked Man Three of Wocky shut my body down Like I took a Xan' Bad bitches on me 'cause my Pockets filled with Piccolo Give me 'bout another year and You'll see me blow Plugged in like a LAN cable, I won't lag out Told my bitch to change her Clothes 'cause her ass out You be Slowpoking to the pape' I took the fast route Thirty dangle out the Glocky, dummy I don't jab now I ain't Gunna but I'm pushing Penis down these bitches' throats Detergent in this dirty cup but unc' Ain't wash the dishes though I got some Quagen in my pop You sipping Piccolo (Wow) The mail here I told my bitch to go and get the door Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay Unky stabbed off and touched Down with some OJ's (Sensei) They tryna block our shine Like some sun shades Punches really hit, I call 'em "Luke Cage" Your punches don't hit They just like Hercules It's two-twenty on the dash, man I gotta speed If I ain't talking shit I'm talking guapanese Mike Amiri's now, high school It was the Robin jeans Say it's up? Chopsticks to your cerebellum Once upon a time in the booth He be fairy tale-ing (Boy) He be capping All his raps fiction (Cap) It ain't no traction on this bitch I got the 'Cat twisted 762s hit his ass and leave him backflipping (Woo) akhi in the spot, in the kitchen Probably crack whipping (Whew) I can show you how to do it Feel like Master Roshi On the web punching shit I kinda feel like Tobey Caught a opp out at church And we left him holy In a room full of winners Where the fuck our trophy? All these motherfucking commas in the bank (Beep) I got Glocky, you know akhi got the Drac' (Grrah) "Where the fuck is Stan?" Probably in the Bay gang tripping in LA Thinking Mase' or the Wraith Bag on the way I'm finna meet Ghazi in the Bay Bitch a demon Pulled up sloppy-woppy in the face Bro ain't leave no witness Bet he finna beat the case Eat me like it's dinner Don't forget to say yo grace Exotic weapons I can pop him with the Tommy or the K All these motherfucking giffies, bitch I'm jollier than Saint Jollier than Saint Nick Trackhawk or Hellcat when we race whips Bitch shittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia That's on every song