Beast Mode

(Yo Anthony, get that shit)

Lil' bro, what you slide and what you punch?

Heard you freaky like Pinky but yo ass still cuffin'

Tell bro got that blick, it can knock off his muffin

Told her I just want the neck, now she huffin' and puffin'

When I catch dawg, that's his ass

And he better pray his ass run fast

Do you know the feeling of not having cash?

If this rap shit was a race, ShittyBoyz never in last

Listen, bro, I talk shit 'cause I can

Fuck I look like beefing with a fan?

'Cause you faithfully watching my stories

Doing this scam while yo ass always worried

Ass up, face down, no other way

When you shoot that strap, boy, you look the other way

Niggas sliding down while the boys run the other way

Niggas talking down, hating, shit, just another day

Another day running up that cheese

If you got some cheese, say cheese

I like it better when you on your knees

And remember being bummy and we had to rock Lee's?

Ayy, I just caught a play, we up-up

All my real shooters hold your sticks up

BabyTron made cheese off that [?

And when you charging for the sauce, you gon' need about six plus

Catch plays with my bitch, call her "Candace Parker"

The only nigga on my head is my fucking barber

Bro, I'm grinding for the riches on a fucking Charger

Now I'm grinding for a milli' like that nigga Carter

Girl, throw it back, that ain't your best

I'm feeling real good, bring your best

Don't let 'em see your paper like a test

Called BJ, bro said I'm always good on the West

All my east side niggas, throw your E's up

Go and bust a jugg, nigga, put that weed up

'Cause I swear my next jugg is your re-up

It must've feel good to make cheese with yo feet up

"Can I be in ShittyBoyz?", uh, maybe

If you get that bank account and that social, watch your baby

God forgive me for my sins [?

Just wanna know [?

You really call that freak bitch yo baby?

Asked her how it taste, she said tasty

My dawg sending bullets like he Brady

ShittyBoyz falling off? Bitch, you crazy

Bend it over, red nose like you're Rudolph

Put her hair up, now my socks getting blew off

Shout-out to the niggas that made it out, out them shoot-offs

If the money was the conversation

Niggas gon' exclude y'all

Big slime, big dawg, big ball

Really helped you that hard when your ass solo

And them niggas that you think crispy still ball roll

And this piece still hitting, two for one combo

We gon' slide after we slide, turn around and wake the block up

Niggas wanna steal the sauce, imitators tryna mock us

And they see we coming up so the haters wanna stop us

ShittyBoyz is on top, can't no niggas ever top us

I hear a lot of this and that, niggas better come with some facts

Not no hoes, not no pussies, none of that

A nigga stay on our dick like our sack

See dawg out, he turn Sonic

Fucking for some hours off the chronic

You keep a .30 like you Curry, how ironic

These niggas telling stories, writing comments

Niggas see me out and go mute

They say shooters always gon' shoot

So what you think my thugs gon' do?

ShittyBoyz coming harder, times two nigga