ShittyBoyz – On The Loose Lyrics

Album on 3 Man Weave

Track 13 on 3 Man Weave
On The Loose Lyrics
[Intro: BabyTron]
(We gon’ box ’em in the moment that they, bitch)

[Verse 1: BabyTron]
We gon’ box ’em in the moment that they drop the pin
They stopped ahki on the road and tried to roll block his wins
Same motherfuckers preachin’ to me, I done watched ’em sin
And the same bitch say she loyal, I done watched her choose
Same burger actin’ like he winnin’, I done watch him lose
Told brodie watch my back, and I’ma watch his too
Opposition think it’s shits and giggles ’til they rockin’ suits
Cream soda on Majin Buu
Yeah, I ain’t got no dreads, so I can’t tеll you how life
lookin’ through my rasta’s view
Knocked thе noodles out his top and give him pasta shoes
Bitch, I’m a boss, you can’t tell me what I’m not gon’ do
Bitch, I’m a boss, move when I’m walkin’ through
She put that head on me at noon, I ain’t get off ’til 2
He a one-season star player, ain’t get off ’til June
I drift off in Zoom and I just spilled all my juice
Start a war with the Militia, gon’ kill all his troops
DSM, them dogs on the loose, ha-ha-ha
I just went raw in his boo, ha-ha-ha
Roll up twenty logs, they get blew, ha-ha-ha
Watch me put the ball in the hoop, we stacked it tall,
through the roof (Ha)

[Verse 2: TrDee]
Zaza in the raw paper got me in here lyrical (Whew)
Bitch took my soul, got me in the room spiritual (Shit, fuck)
It’s crazy when you losin’, it ain’t nobody to cheer for you (Why?)
Got caught dog walkin’, he ain’t even got no vehicle (Grrt, ha)
He never had money, when he got it, it ain’t last long
Man, that bitch is average, that ain’t even shit to brag on
You might just get hit in your shit, bro, put your pads on
Finna get a laser for my Glock like we at Zap Zone (Ha-ha-ha, ah)
I don’t roll with 60’s but my pockets full of blues like Smurfs
You never know, might hit you with a deal, bro, come get a verse
Shit be off the top, I swear to God, bro, this is not rehearsed (Nah)
This forever up, I swear to God we gotta do ’em worse
Don’t pull up with no weed if you ain’t pullin’ up with diesel (Don’t do that)
AR-15, fuck around and Austin Reaves you (Brrt)
Niggas burn bridges, turn around and might need you (Dummy)
I’m a rich loner, I don’t really like people
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[Verse 3: StanWill]
Okay, okay
Blood, sweat and tears in this shit, no pain, no gain
Spanish plug say he want a— no way, José
How I see it, they don’t make no sense, it don’t make no pape’
Say she wanna wear my buffies, I’m like, “Uh-uh”
Nah, I’m in my duffy, she gon’ fuck me ’til the sun up
Better not try to rush me, if you touch me, we gon’ nut up
Your bitch with me rippin’ off her undies with her butt up
Huh, aw man, I’m in my duffy stuffed
They know I was always down with ganger, now our money up
Bitch, we got it out the dirt, so we sip muddy cups
Bitch, you know he on that, you a dummy, don’t think Cuddy cut
What the fuck? Woke up seven figures richer
Type of thrust, I could probably fuck a bitch with her sister
Really cut, don’t get snipped with the scissors
Really up, you ain’t got pape’, then you can’t fit in this picture, get him cropped out
Put his shit all on the glass and he got boxed out
They done left me in the cold, but look who hot now
Bitch, Dog Shit Militia