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City Boyz
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(This is Jay Johnson production) I'm the GOAT, I'll put it on ten Bibles Ayy, ayy, Sh*ttyBoyz Put yo b*t*h in a spin cycle I'm the GOAT, I'll put it on ten Bibles Ain't no punches through this b*t*h, doing ten t**les Walked in the store with one slide and got ten items Scam Wiz, I don't think I need college Stan balling, throw a triple-team on him Flex like the Hulk, I ain't never read comics F**ked up the web off the punches, feel like Green Goblin Ayy, b*t*h hit my phone for the BNB Broke a whole four Mastercard, call me "Master P" Work week, hit it for the ten, not thе f**king three F**k school, dark web taught me how to write and rеad, n***a Taught my rat how to punch, she ain't Master Splinter She ain't have her eyebrows done so I had to spin her Paid two hunnid on what I had for dinner Double G's on the slide so you know I tagged the slippers Aquaman drip, I just got wet Karate Kid, punching kicks off of StockX Feel like we play in MyPark, how we got next Made ten at the crack of dawn, I ain't got dressed They knowing I'ma do a n***a foul, how I got TECs Walk around like we verified, how we got checks Told her we gon' bust her sh*t again, she ain't block yet Cutter still hitting [?] yet Feel like One-Punch Man when I'm on the web Sh*ttyBoyz on top, yeah, we too ahead Chopstick put you in a suit like a newlywed Reaching over here? Ain't no thoughts going through his head On the road high as hell like a monster truck Ball too hard, Kawhi Leonard couldn't lock us up Pop him dead in his sh*t if I pop the trunk Throw 'bows like Dwayne Johnson, no, you can't rock with us Rock with us? How you gon' do it? Ain't no stocks with us Glocks be tucked, come get yo b*t*h, she got overf**ked Load the car or yo b*t*h-a** gon' load the truck You n***as suck, free five star, n***a, every lunch, ayy Throw a punch at you? Dawg, I ain't Triple G Swing the K on it, turn yo block to the Middle East Tron know they can't stop me with no triple-team He was talking spicy, now his house where the missiles be Foreign sneaks like I'm Messi, f**k the World Cup Lord Beerus with this punch, f**k the world up Crank the meter to the max, I'ma turn up Ball like I'm Harden, got the sauce, watch me stir up Ayy, she gon' f**k the kid for a new wig I just hopped up off the plane and bought the whole kit B*t*h, you can't hang with us, you ain't know sh*t Ayy, feeling like Sub-Zero with the cold kicks, n***a I ain't walk through a gallery, these the Margielas My b*t*h was tripping with the drip 'fore she know Ella You can't ball on my team, should've knew better Summertime, still paying five for a new sweater Broke? You got the opps mixed up with me Feel like Criss Angel, got some sh*t up my sleeve Scammed the hoop coach and got kicked off the team F**k college, boy, I been had the sh*t talk degree
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