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V8's & V12's Lyrics


Shittyboyz V8's & V12's

[Verse 1: BabyTron]
Think I need to go and see a reverend, I been fighting demons
Paranoid self-scanning, I got used to swiping pieces
Living in the blender finished, she gon' live her life defeated
[?] dirty pop, I'm just shopping high in Neiman's
V8's and V10's, you can catch me flying speeding
I can't switch teams, you would probably go and sign a season (Pow, pow, pow)
Pop out with ARP and send him right to Jesus
I ain't leaving, I ain't leaving till that bag come (Phew)
Stop flashing ten, that's a daily jack run (Phew)
Bandicooting of the Quagy-agy, I might crash some (Shit)
Colossal wood, half cookie and it's half runtz
Shit, I got some black lungs
[Verse 2: TrDee]
We gon' do him like Kunta, if he running off
Hit him in his foot, I tried to knock his shoulder off (Damn)
Getting to that type of lеvel, I can't hit it raw
I ain't finna play no games with you, this is not the Saw
Keep coughing 'causе the wood full of opposition
Cut the bitch off 'cause she don't never listen
I'll air this bitch out, if I feel a tension
I been balling in the D, I could have been a Piston
Fuck the past, f..ck a, "would have", "could have", "should have"
I'm a ShittyBoy 'cause I been shitting since the pull ups
Made a couple pros off the phones, I got the hookup
If rapping had a draft class, niggas should have took us (Phew)

[Verse 3: StanWill]
Bitch, bright and early to that bag, I'm the bird with the worm
Dropped a 30 in this Wocky, unky tripping, got the Perc' muddy
In the field Triple S stumping, bitch, I got the earth grumpy
I ain't got no friends, I swear it's just me, gang and paper (Tuh)
I'm bro favourite rapper but he pull up banging Drac' (Tuh)
Fully zipped, I couldn't see my cup and stained the BAPE (Tuh)
All these rockets in this UFO like me and gang in space (Tuh)
It's a 'Cat whenever me and gang skkrting 'round the city
Think I need to buy some lingerie, this AR, it got titties
Throw the blick to lil' bro, I call him Yeat 'cause he get busy
Up in Neiman's, I don't want the kicks, if they don't cost no stimmy
[Verse 4: BabyTron]
Widebody, this a big whip
Slide down, switch clips and switch drip (Pow, pow, pow)
60 floors up, spent the trip lit (Phew)
For that sack, it's a pick six or a hit stick (Blitz, blitz)

[Verse 5: TrDee]
Got racks like Serena, she a rich bitch (Rich bitch)
How are you a shooter? You don't hit shit (You don't hit shit)
It ain't take me long, I hit it real quick (No cap)
Even in the dark I bet I'm still lit (Uh)

[Verse 6: StanWill]
Still lit, still rich, still punching, still scamming
Know I'm ugly as the f..ck but with this pape I feel handsome
Cut the lights off, I bet the Hutch piece still dancing
Got a hundred in this big f..cker, get real [?]

[Outro: StanWill]
Phew
Eh, bitch
ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, that's on every song
Phew, phew, phew
Phew, phew, phew, phew


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