CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Super Saiyan
Ayy, ayy, Sh*ttyBoyz
Ball so hard you would've thought we bought VC
Hit the road and brought the phones home, feel like E.T
Punches too fire, feel like Goku on the GCs
B*t*h, I'm plugged in like a Roku on the TV
350 Boost the only time we do Adidas
Piece hit for over nine thousand, that's Vegeta
Balenciaga runners, last year we did Arenas
The opps can't see me, you can call me "Tron Cena"
Coach always told me, "When they reach, boy, you gotta teach"
Go ahead and reach for this chain, Heaven's kinda steep
Deep-Range Deadeye with the tool, bro shooting threes
Walking ATM, it's dog sh*t in these Amiri jeans
It's 5 AM and I'm still up, nah, literally
The way I stepped out, you woulda thought I came from Italy
Play my roll now for all the times she was spinning me
Human Races dripping, y'all fits be killing me
Play after play, I'm a walking highlight
Punch after punch, life feel like Fight Night
Bro tryna beef? N***a, you should fight life
You can only get the sauce free for the right price
256 on that XS max
Heard his phone's on the floor, I'm gon' run to the jacks
'Cause if I ever fall, they gon' run to my back
Ray Lewis in the field, b*t*h, I run to the sack
Got the eye of the tiger in this Kenzo tee
SB, man, the gang can depend on me
All strips on the road and all tens on me
Every play you can catch me where the end zone be
I'll take dawg out the game like a technical
B*t*h see I ball, now she all on my testicles
Hoes ain't loyal, they'll leave you right from next to you
Jump up, bro'll blow that head off the rest of you
Pack a punch what? My Glock max prestige
I just want a M, used to dream about the league
Yelling scoreboard, Sh*ttyBoyz in the lead
Talking down from behind? N***a, pick up yo speed
Juu got a chop with the, leave him see through
I'ma need two for the sauce, I can't teach you
I can teach you how to punch like I'm Shifu
Sh*ttyBoyz sh*tting on you n***as, pee-yoo
Ninety percent hustle, ten percent luck
Blues on me, man, this used to be ten bucks
Sick of the d**k sucking, think I need a checkup
Sh*ttyBoyz, I put it on God that we next up
Heart and my soul, left it all in the booth
Scams got my heart, I ain't falling for you
Sh*ttyBoyz the gang, I can't fall on my troops
If you starve with me then I'm balling with you
B*t*h, watch the drip
B*t*h, check the thrust
B*t*h, just be [?]
B*t*h, we ran it up
B*t*h, eat a d**k
B*t*h, shut the f**k up
Sh*ttyBoyz, you just cut the f**k up
Made over ten off this 256
I was down on my last then them two giffies hit
Me and Stan hit the road, boy, that's two fifty strips
F**k is a forty stick? This is two .50 clips
All-wheel drive, how I got it out the mud
Baby, I'm a Punch God, I got it off the jugg
How you charged up? Boy, yo a** lost the plug
You would probably shed a tear if yo a** lost a slug
Catfish on the 'Gram, you been putting on a front
Call me "sensei", I can teach you how to punch
Dropping SB on a chain straight from Hutch
Playing with the cards just to win like it's [?]
Chef Boyardee, I got more sauce than some ravioli
Eating like Thanksgiving, got more cheese than some macaroni
Boy got in the room and he's singing like it's karaoke
I was broke until I turned some tables like Steve Aoki
Ball so hard you would've thought we bought VC
Hit the road and brought the phones home, feel like E.T
Punches too fire, feel like Goku on the GCs
B*t*h, I'm plugged in like a Roku on the TV
350 Boost the only time we do Adidas
Piece hit for over nine thousand, that's Vegeta
Balenciaga runners, last year we did Arenas
The opps can't see me, you can call me "Tron Cena"
Coach always told me, "When they reach, boy, you gotta teach"
Go ahead and reach for this chain, Heaven's kinda steep
Deep-Range Deadeye with the tool, bro shooting threes
Walking ATM, it's dog sh*t in these Amiri jeans
It's 5 AM and I'm still up, nah, literally
The way I stepped out, you woulda thought I came from Italy
Play my roll now for all the times she was spinning me
Human Races dripping, y'all fits be killing me
Play after play, I'm a walking highlight
Punch after punch, life feel like Fight Night
Bro tryna beef? N***a, you should fight life
You can only get the sauce free for the right price
256 on that XS max
Heard his phone's on the floor, I'm gon' run to the jacks
'Cause if I ever fall, they gon' run to my back
Ray Lewis in the field, b*t*h, I run to the sack
Got the eye of the tiger in this Kenzo tee
SB, man, the gang can depend on me
All strips on the road and all tens on me
Every play you can catch me where the end zone be
I'll take dawg out the game like a technical
B*t*h see I ball, now she all on my testicles
Hoes ain't loyal, they'll leave you right from next to you
Jump up, bro'll blow that head off the rest of you
Pack a punch what? My Glock max prestige
I just want a M, used to dream about the league
Yelling scoreboard, Sh*ttyBoyz in the lead
Talking down from behind? N***a, pick up yo speed
Juu got a chop with the, leave him see through
I'ma need two for the sauce, I can't teach you
I can teach you how to punch like I'm Shifu
Sh*ttyBoyz sh*tting on you n***as, pee-yoo
Ninety percent hustle, ten percent luck
Blues on me, man, this used to be ten bucks
Sick of the d**k sucking, think I need a checkup
Sh*ttyBoyz, I put it on God that we next up
Heart and my soul, left it all in the booth
Scams got my heart, I ain't falling for you
Sh*ttyBoyz the gang, I can't fall on my troops
If you starve with me then I'm balling with you
B*t*h, watch the drip
B*t*h, check the thrust
B*t*h, just be [?]
B*t*h, we ran it up
B*t*h, eat a d**k
B*t*h, shut the f**k up
Sh*ttyBoyz, you just cut the f**k up
Made over ten off this 256
I was down on my last then them two giffies hit
Me and Stan hit the road, boy, that's two fifty strips
F**k is a forty stick? This is two .50 clips
All-wheel drive, how I got it out the mud
Baby, I'm a Punch God, I got it off the jugg
How you charged up? Boy, yo a** lost the plug
You would probably shed a tear if yo a** lost a slug
Catfish on the 'Gram, you been putting on a front
Call me "sensei", I can teach you how to punch
Dropping SB on a chain straight from Hutch
Playing with the cards just to win like it's [?]
Chef Boyardee, I got more sauce than some ravioli
Eating like Thanksgiving, got more cheese than some macaroni
Boy got in the room and he's singing like it's karaoke
I was broke until I turned some tables like Steve Aoki
