ShittyBoyz – Therapist Lyrics

Album on 3 Man Weave

Track 18 on 3 Man Weave
Therapist Lyrics
[Intro]
(Ooh, shit, that’s a Danny G beat)
(You’re not making this easy, Kyle)

[Verse 1: TrDee]
It ain’t shit free in life, you gotta get it out the mud
I just wanted me some paper, I ain’t wanna be a thug
I don’t really fuck with niggas, they be scared to show you love
Baby, come and put that pussy on me, your shit like a drug
It’s gon’ be some niggas hatin’, but don’t listen to the chatter
My lil’ bitch done sent a booty pic like, “Look, it’s gettin’ fatter”
Used to wanna be Jeff Hardy, so my Glocky got a ladder
You a lame talkin’ ’bout that bitch and you ain’t never had her

[Verse 2: StanWill]
You ain’t never had a run like this
Switchie blickiе, you ain’t never shot a gun like this
You ain’t nеver had no funds like this
You ain’t never had a sack, but when I see me one, I blitz
Huh, like if it’s money on the floor, bitch, I’m spread even
Why they want me dead? Only thing I want is dead people
Bet I pause him quick with this bitch, that’s where plan lead you
Need to seek some psychiatric help if you think Stan need you

[Verse 3: BabyTron]
My ho foreign, but the car American
Used to play the whore shoes back with Marvin Harrison
I can never love a bitch, to use my heart’s embarassing
Catch him lackin’ at the tele, we gon’ spark the Sheraton
Treat the mic like my therapist
Wock pints, steak bites and Asparagus
Carti buffaloes, they whiter than a Claritan
Bitch, you know I’m arrogant
DSM, LMT the long moolah terrorist
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[Verse 4: TrDee]
Dog only pop out for a season, he just like a pumpkin
I don’t care ’bout what you talkin’ ’bout ’cause I can show you somethin’
They don’t even know Steph’ in the building, I got brodie tuckin’
He’ll turn this bitch to Oregon and have them niggas duckin’
Where them niggas go? Man, I ain’t seen them boys since 2020
She ain’t even cute, she think she bad because she got a booty
Stanley caught a play and I just told that nigga alley-oop me
If your friend a rat, then you a rat, a bunch of Ratatouilles

[Verse 5: StanWill]
Chilly out, I had to play Moncler off the Murder Bravado
Skillet in the yop, if he don’t duck it, I’m burnin’ his taco
Boy, this shit was on the floor ‘fore I heard of Mulatto
Out in traffic like the president, catch me skrrtin’ the tire
Von Miller, all my opps get the blitz
Think the whip a manual the way we ride with the sticks
Heavy sipper, brodie pop got a six
Should’ve played to StockX, you know the rocket equipped

[Verse 6: BabyTron]
When I click a button, hell nah, I ain’t swappin’ my sticks
Fully bullies, fucked around and hit my chopper with glitch
More than likely in my hand if it’s not on my hip
More than likely by the ‘bow, I ain’t shoppin’ by zips
More than likely Morton Grove, I ain’t droppin’ no Tris
Say she loyal, more than likely she be hoppin’ from dick to dick
I ain’t got a job, but clocked in from 6 to 6

[Outro: BabyTron]
ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, bitch, that’s it