ShittyBoyz – Project X Lyrics

Album on 3 Man Weave

Track 14 on 3 Man Weave
Project X Lyrics
[Intro]
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[Verse 1: TrDee]
Play your cards right
I put on my new chain, it gave me a frost bite
I put some niggas on, guess that was the boss in me
That bitch kind of bad, but she kinda walk funny
I kind of dislike these niggas music, shit weak
And what you niggas wearing, I drift, this shit cheap
That bitch’d probably come back tomorrow, it’s not deep
I thought you had my back, but you dim and I peeped
I’ve been peeping vibes, keep yours unless it’s good
I can’t go to bed until I roll me up a ‘Wood
We ain’t gotta speak but I’ma hope you always good
He wanna join the gang, told him go rob the plug

[Verse 2: StanWill]
Counting up my blessings, bitch, I’m fortunate
Could play ARP or sting him with the scorpion
Make it disappear, your bitch a sorceress
Olympian, run ’em down with fire, bitch, I’m torching shit
Semis, fullies, Remingtons, we got morе shots than Hooters do
Barking like he bitе, I’m quick to have them killers neuter you
Say it’s up with us? I’m hopin’ doggy got a super-suit
Tripping in a Subaru, lil’ bro and them be super through
I had Cuddy spot up on his block, you know them hoopers shoot
Your bitch say this Marni x Amiri make her cooter ooze
She think I’m the hottest out but I just play it super cool
If I call Militia, ain’t no telling what my troopers do
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[Verse 3: BabyTron]
Five years ago, they would’ve swore I wouldn’t make it here
Now I got ’em facing fears, don’t you see me changing gears?
Everyone that drops a hundred bullets, y’all gon’ pay for tears
Made it past my patient years, there’s so much fucking pape’ in here
I probably blew five M’s by now
My ultra Gremlin tripping, he off five tens right now, and plus they pressed up
Shit, you better grab a shield, helmet, plus a vest punk
Shotter, he don’t sip no liquor, but he stuck on red rum
It was unique for the punches, Joker for the dumps
All these hoes from high school got strollers in the bump
My ex dead, shit, I’m finna roll her in the blunt
Got it out the mud, picture a bunch of ogres in the hut

[Verse 4: TrDee]
Squad full of shooters, y’all scary, Halloween
Watch what you say when you speaking on my team
Chicken on me now, you want a leg or a wing?
I be balling on ’em like I’m hooping for a ring
When I seen that shit, man, I was mind blown
Heard they took him out this Rollie, now his time gone
You be crying ’bout a bitch I wouldn’t slide on
How you say you up and you ain’t even put your guys on?

[Verse 5: StanWill]
BNB look like it’s Project X with all these bitches twerkin’
All these dirty cups up in the spot, we need some dish detergent
I don’t look at tax, if my bitch want it, then it’s getting purchased
How she cut into to me tryna fuck, I think this bitch a surgeon
Always made the wave never did the surfing
How I’m feeling, I might buy my bitch a Birkin
You just gotta know I’m getting rich for certain
Me and ganger pull up to his venue, then shit, it’s curtains

[Verse 6: BabyTron]
Double barrel, this bitch kicking like it plays for Liverpool
All it takes is point one to show you what this trigger do
This life shit simple, gotta know it’s win or lose
Dog’s a grade-A middle man, we call him interlude
Bro ain’t throw no ones, he turned the stripper blue
East siding, me and Trapper, go ahead, let them tippers through
Glitchy on the blicky, click the button hit the switcheroo
Your name don’t even weigh an ounce, boy, you Mr. Who?

[Outro: BabyTron]
ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia (Long live $cam)
(That shit universal, you know?)