shittyboyz - live from the lab lyrics
[intro: stanwill]
b_tch
dog sh_t militia (tommy ii)
live from the lab, live from the lab, b_tch, we live from the lab
yeah (313 mafia)
[verse 1: stanwill]
if funk ain’t somewhere ballin’, then he play with girl like josh giddey
huh, let me chill out, huh
f_ck the limit in the droptop, tell the cops get me
crack the top on the wock’, drop make the pop fizzy
get him chalked, leave him hopscotched if i pop bl!ckie
had his ho throw me slop top, showed this thot fifty
step on sh_t in ‘lenciaga, i don’t rock rickie
pull up, all he heard was, “fah_fah”, now his top missing
doggy chicken little, must’ve just hatched
your b_tch on my d_ck more than my n_ts_ck
n_ggas think i’m workin’ for the feds ’cause i don’t cuff rats
[verse 2: trdee]
b_tch, i’m in here with the gang, run up in here if you stupid
i don’t really think you ’bout it, n_gga, you gon’ have to prove it
i be ballin’ all the time like i’m tryna get recruited
i be only smokin’ ‘za but you know gang and them be booted
i might f_ck around and pull up lookin’ like i robbed the jeweler
you can’t even f_ck with me, you just be hatin’, you a loser
i’ma have to smack my mans if he ever cuff a chooser
couple hundred for the pants, a couple thousand for the shooter
i would bet the bank on us, we done left ’em in the dust
turn his crib right into rust, if he ever f_ck with us
chopsticks and glockianas, pull up, you can pick your battle
it ain’t long until i’m rich, they ride my wave just like a saddle
[verse 3: babytron]
i know some scammers ot tryna find some apples
he made a k!lling off of sba’s, but now his life’s in shambles
put on marni head to toe, i’m lookin’ like a mammal
when it come to school don’t matter, sh_t, the kids a prime example
two, four, six, eight
we sip juice by the deuce, takin’ shrooms, outer sp_ce
time to throw it in they face, pullin’ blues out the safe
probably end up underground if you don’t move out the way
every time we spilled the sauce, they tried to reenact it
spent a twenty on some winter coats to spend the week in aspen
slidin’ down his block, just make sure that y’all bring some caskets
i’m the type to hit the shot when i still can’t even see the basket
[verse 4: stanwill]
doggy say he up but it ain’t mad to know
i’m the founder of the wave, go get your ass a boat
i could bless a ho, b_tch, go ask the pope
pull up over here thinkin’ he steppin’, i’ma tag his toes
[verse 5: trdee]
i be poppin’ tags off expensive clothes
d_mn, i heard you had a short run just like derrick rose
i know how it feel just to wake up and not have no pros
dog ain’t even got his mind right, worried ’bout where the hoes?
[verse 6: babytron]
ho, i’m blessed and highly favored
hit the bay and met the plug to test out ninety flavors
and i still ain’t find the right strain
all i had was hope, but you ain’t know me for that timeframe
[outro: babytron]
sh_ttyboyz, dog sh_t militia
long live $cam, you know?
hey
ninety bands in the building
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