
Boomshakalacka ShittyBoyz
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[Intro]
(You're not making this easy, kyle)
[Verse 1: TrDee]
Baby, I'm the one, I be pushing point
Buffed up, they know that I'm from Detroit
You can quit it with the actin', you ain't foolin' me
She ain't know who I was, told her Google me
[Verse 2: BabyTron]
Shit, I'm flying down Wyoming, finna hit a right on Tireman
I don't need a plug to get connected, my shit wireless
Shit, we got the one type of sauce that ain't expiring
Your whole lifestyle, hang it up, retire it
[Verse 3: StanWill]
We done left him tireless
Pulled up in that hoopty, wet him up like we some firеmen
I'm lookin' for a BOA, you looking for who hiring
I be done lеft him DOA, keep metal like I'm Iron Man
I be scoring tireless
[Verse 4: TrDee]
I don't wanna fuck you if I cannot get the neck before
Might as well throw your gun away, why you ain't up the score?
Heard the opposition pullin' up, I'm waitin' at the door
All facts, I probably jugged your granny when I had the 'fro
(You're not making this easy, kyle)
[Verse 1: TrDee]
Baby, I'm the one, I be pushing point
Buffed up, they know that I'm from Detroit
You can quit it with the actin', you ain't foolin' me
She ain't know who I was, told her Google me
[Verse 2: BabyTron]
Shit, I'm flying down Wyoming, finna hit a right on Tireman
I don't need a plug to get connected, my shit wireless
Shit, we got the one type of sauce that ain't expiring
Your whole lifestyle, hang it up, retire it
[Verse 3: StanWill]
We done left him tireless
Pulled up in that hoopty, wet him up like we some firеmen
I'm lookin' for a BOA, you looking for who hiring
I be done lеft him DOA, keep metal like I'm Iron Man
I be scoring tireless
[Verse 4: TrDee]
I don't wanna fuck you if I cannot get the neck before
Might as well throw your gun away, why you ain't up the score?
Heard the opposition pullin' up, I'm waitin' at the door
All facts, I probably jugged your granny when I had the 'fro
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