Cover art for HOLY F#CK by ShittyBoyz

HOLY F#CK

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HOLY F#CK Lyrics

[Intro: BabyTron & StanWill]
Ayy, ayy (Who? What?)
Who? Huh? What? (Ayy, ayy)
Ayy, ayy, ayy (Ah shit, ah shit)
Ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz (BearOnTheBeat)

[Verse 1: BabyTron]
I'm the source, lil' bitch, I supply the plug
New crib so I punched a designer rug
High as hell, Yao Ming off designer drugs
No cap, more chops than the biker club

[Verse 2: TrDee]
Got a sweet tooth for the scams
Watch yo lil' bitch, I got a lil' thing for hitting fans
Dukes mad at me, I spent her rent on my pants
I don't sell, lil' bitch, call Stan

[Verse 3: StanWill]
201 Lord, I'm a Visa thief
Good SSN, that's easy cheese
Singing to the pape' like B.B. King
Punch like Pacquiao, I ain't seen a ring

[Verse 4: BabyTron]
Yo bitch sitting on my wood, she a bench warmer
Easy day, Punch God, this my tenth quarter
Couldn't put up these stats in like ten quarters
Fake ID, doing fraud, bitch, I'm Ben Portеr
[Verse 5: TrDee]
Ooh, I talk shit, pass me some gum
Don't give a fuck what you did or whеre yo ass from
She ask was her head good, gave her a thumb
She said, "How? You ain't even cum"

[Verse 6: StanWill]
Four sticks in the whip, Grievous
It'll be a cold day in Hell if I need a bitch
All this splash on me, I could be a fish
Bought a mount for the chop, it got FIFA kick

[Verse 7: BabyTron, TrDee, & StanWill]
Plankton-ass boy riding in that Chum Bucket
I'm a 201 god, boy, these dumps jumping
Boy, you don't get no pussy, on a bed humping
She got kicked out the whip for what she bumping

Who don't punch? Doodoo head
Huh, big shitter, I'm the Doodoo Man

Gave yo bitch magic stick, I'm the Voodoo Man
I'll up the chop and let it go doo-hoo-blam
Hot as hell in this bitch, it must be this song
Told boy, "I'm by yo side", even if he wrong

Fake Asian ID, my name "She Wong"
Bitch threw me vagina 'cause I can't be wrong

They ain't have the Maui steak so I came T-bone
I just hit the strip club and I made it snow
You not sucking dick? Bet, I'ma go
All this fake love, I don't know if they friends or foe

Fake love and real hate, I seen it all
You wouldn't comprehend a Visa talk

Man, I hope she don't peep the fraud
If it's a bag down below then I'm leaping off
She walked away with my card, yeah, I'm sneaking off
Said a nigga down below, think he getting off

Whip like a spaceship, I'm lifting off
Peep the Tweety Bird with the plug, that's chicken talk

[Verse 8: BabyTron]
Feel like Mariota, getting off in Tennessee
But I play the fraud, I don't touch the Pedigree
Shock his ass with the Glock, give him energy
Real Sauce God, born with the recipe

[Verse 9: TrDee]
She let me fuck 'cause I know Tron
How y'all niggas up? Get lock, can't pay bond
After I nut, we can't be friends, Trey Songz
Let me see, put him in a suit, James Bond

[Verse 10: StanWill]
When you slide on the hoes, they laugh at you
Turn Lillard into KD by the afternoon
What I heard in yo song was caparoo
Hopped in the spaceship and flew down the avenue

[Outro: BabyTron]
Holy fuck
Ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz

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October 30, 2020
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