Early Bird

(albüm: Luka Troncic - 2021)

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ShittyBoyz

Turned fifteen to a thirty, I ain't even try
Chopstick make me feel immortal, I can't even lie
Ran up a check in some sneaks I ain't even tie
Roadran down to the A, I ain't even fly
Swear to God y'all ain't doing shit
Try and cross me, nail him to it, get him crufixed
Feeling too good in the strip, I done threw a strip
ShittyBoyz, if you don't know about us, better Google it
I'ma flip the script if I hit the switch
2010, you was losing fights, boy, you been a bitch
Foreign kicks hit for a sleeve off a drippy 'fit
We just found out what he lease, he better switch his whips
And if he don't, we finna crack his taco
We be balling early in the morning, you can ask Alonzo
Backpack boys, Backwood, please don't pass a fronto
Plenty shots for the both of y'all since your man so macho
They gon' name the block after y'all
Heard his last song, it had a whole lot of cap involved
You gon' get that lil' shot swat, better pass the ball
You was sleep, I was getting to it at the crack of dawn
Early bird gets the worm, don't it?
Third degree from the monkey nuts, I left a burn on 'em
I can get 'em killed for a verse, put some words on 'em
People stabbed me in my back, I would've never turned on 'em
But that's alright, 'cause I learned from 'em
Duke said, "You young as hell, the best and the worst comin'"
Unky told me 'bout your unky, told me he ain't serve nothing
Got the ups for real, you can catch me off the vert' dunking
I can't be fucked with, but that ain't nothing new
Bitch jaw dropped seeing fifty, this ain't nothing, boo
Thousand-dollar Nikes on my pivots just for running shoes
Fuck an L, lately all I been seeing is W's
Japanese creme soda, turned it into jungle juice
Running up on tip, guarantee we gon' humble you
If we hear it's bread on your head, we gon' crumble you
Stop talking like we cool, dude, I don't fuck with you
ShittyBoyz, but we ain't number two
Rapstar, remember when my songs was at a hundred views
Firework, if I really could, I'd punch a coupe
SB for real, that's the gang, bitch, we stuck like glue
Hundred deep, that's a scary sight for any crew
Lil' freak bitch, hoops in like she Betty Boop
Crackheads, AF1s, run it up in Nelly shoes
Talking 'bout he want it head on, but I bet he juke
Bitch, I wouldn't dodge beef in a Hellcat
Roll the windows down, Turtle Pie, let 'em smell that
Looking at the pockets on them jeans, can you spell flat?
How is you a winner? You done took a thousand L's, jack
Been a hustler since birth, coming in with chip work
Gold Hutch chain, it look like when butter get churned
If that bitch jam, better pray that other stick work
Bro ain't got no screws, he done brought the cutter in church

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ShittyBoyz