ShittyBoyz – Last Dragon 2 Lyrics

Album on 3 Man Weave

Track 10 on 3 Man Weave
Last Dragon 2 Lyrics
[Intro]
(Jxckk just want a drink)

[Verse 1: TrDee]
Put that bullshit out, this is za’ only
I got chicken, I got cheese like some macaroni
Me and Stan got the same Glock, Zach and Cody
Don’t care ’bout what you used to do, bro, you gon’ have to show me
I just got to LAX, droptop weather
Talkin’ ’bout you from the city, you from Rochester
Me and money go together, feel like salt and pepper
Why you be talkin’ like a demon? You is not a stepper
Why niggas hatin’? I don’t know, you can ask Siri
Catch me in the mall, can’t take no pictures, too much bags with me
“Still fuckin’ on them young hoes, oh, you Josh Giddey?”
I think that she know I’m takin’ off, she tryna ride with me
You better not say I’m offbeat, I get you offed, bro
Pull up on us, we got what you need, feel like Costco
Tell your mans to duck it ‘fore we hit him in his taco
Baby, if you love me, open up a Wells Fargo

[Verse 2: StanWill]
Aim it at his top and get his noodles baked
Ballin’ now, remember all them two a days
Walkin’ out the bank, I got the bluest pape
Niggas think I went and shot my watch the way I blew the face
Every time I see the red and blue, I race
Doggy category fiction, everything he doin’ fake
When we get that lo’, I bet his spot look like a shooting range
I just heard your baby in the station doin’ Q&As
Doggybone a rat, he finna tell it all
Tryna make it hit while unc’ and them, they tryna sell it all
She gon’ rip my collar off, your bitch done met a dog
You know you can’t play with gang and them, these niggas better pause
Hm, matter fact, they better stop
Think we meetin’ up to fight, lil’ brodie met a Glock
Wanted to meet a rapper, your bitch met a cock
On that type of time around this bitch, you niggas better watch
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[Verse 3: BabyTron]
On stage, finna rock out, Metallica
They bang our shit from Australia to Canada
You the type to say you MIA, really in Panama
You the type to turn fatigue off, ain’t got no stamina
A verse from me cost sixteen pints
Boy, that’s sixteen sixteens, you sip lean, right?
You can bet the triple-double and a win on me
We’ll hit the corner, put this bitch in park and get on feet
You the type to tag Nike on a pair of white Lows
Ain’t no za ’cause the snowman, these ice ‘bows
Every time we slide down, the boys’ blinds closed
Every time we slide down, them boys’ lights off
Yeah, we see that driveway empty, still gon’ find y’all
Plain Richard Mille representin’ all the time lost
R.I.P. my granny, got right to it, I ain’t cried, dog
B-A-B-Y, tryna clean her, this some Lysol

[Outro]
ShittyBoyz Dog Shit Militia
Long live $cam, you know?
(Jxckk just want a drink)