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shittyboyz - intercontinental lyrics

[verse 1: babytron]
my whole work in the double, i got time to cheat
all i’m thinking hustle_hustle, i ain’t got time to sleep
i just spent a double_double on a diamond link
me and beann, that’s double trouble, caught a play, we flying east

[verse 2: stanwill]
up and racks on ocean drive
if it’s money on the floor, b_tch, you supposed to dive
f_ck i look like tossing ones when i be toting 9s?
i got two much ice up in my bezel, i don’t know the time
i can make four in five

[verse 3: trdee]
pull up with that spatula, f_ck up a n_gga barbecue
i can’t tell you sh_t about the b_tch, boy, this the starter crew
i hang with bartendеrs, f_ck around and send some shots at you
i don’t give a f_ck about your gun bеcause i got one too

[verse 4: babytron]
bounce out with that stick, i got a pogo with me
buffs stay white, it’s two percent, i’m smoking on some cocoa krispies
six figures and up, we getting old, you better not post no fifty
less you want the marshals on your head, little bro, don’t post no switchy

[verse 5: stanwill]
foreign hoes, foreign clothes, n_ggas think i immigrated
doggy talk to piggies, when it’s war, might catch him in the station
f_ck a b_tch, the franklins only sh_t i’m chasin’
this a super rifle, if i shoot the floor, might hit an asian
[verse 6: trdee]
sixty flows up, lil’ b_tch, we at the intercontinental
doggy out here talking like he deebo but i ain’t got a pistol
up my stick like i was harry potter, he ain’t have an issue
sh_t, it might get spooky when it’s dark, them robbers come and get you

[verse 7: babytron]
you can stop reaching for that, boy, i ain’t f_cking with you
tell a b_tch to tell her friend to come and suck it with you
why you got around you? when it’s time, he ain’t gon’ up it with you
it don’t matter if you with your mama, she can duck it with you

[verse 8: stanwill & trdee]
brodie specialize in tapping hats and touching temples
i be rushing to that pape’, my opps get rushed to ‘spitals
you think unky got a kennel how he f_ck with kibble
you won’t never ever catch me tucking ice, i’m tucking pistols
7.62s hit him in his ribs, he thought we shot a missile
bro, you not gon’ to make it, you too frail, this n_gga soft like tissue
whip gon’ put you in your seat, i stab the gas, we taking off
try to sn_tch a chain, i’m sending bullets just like jared goff

- shittyboyz lyrics

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