CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Wheel of Fortune
Sh*ttyBoyz
On the road for thirty days and thirty nights
No punches through this b*t*h, doing thirty?fights
Circled?on the opp?block, we hit thirty rights
Looking at?my future like you staring up at thirty lights
Don't ask?what's?in?the cup, don't?you see me?with the Drank God?
Don't ask do it hit, don't you see me with the Punch God?
Tapped in, get a n***a touched like a iPod
She wanna make a movie, set the cam on the tripod
Punching like a black belt, I'm a card master
Emotionless, I'll leave a b*t*h heart shattered
Good cappage on the 'Gram, you're a star actor
In store with fire, b*t*h, I'm flaming like I'm Charmander
Yeah, pop a school bus, I'm a bar master
Big chop that'll knock a n***a car backwards
Two beams on a Glock like car hazards
Drank God, b*t*h, I'm balling like March Madness
With all this energy, boy must be Duracell
For all the grannies that I jugged, I might burn in Hell
Brought the slides in store, that's the burning smell
Come and get this Fraud Bible, boy, it's working well
No cap, this BIN gon' put my n***as all on
She ain't sucking d**k? She should spin and send her a** home
I can't wait till Apple drop them iPhones
She a real freak, she don't do it with the lights on
Game sliders cranked up, I done found the glitch
D1 with the punch work, come and scout the kid
In BOA acting bad, boy, I'm counting slips
Life jacket underneath the fit, I might drown in drip
So much water on my neck, I might drown the b*t*h
Greyhound, only time that I hound a b*t*h
Finna do a turn around for right now and a six
What's that stanking in my pocket? A pile of sh*t
Money on the floor, I'm spinning hoes like the Wheel of Fortune
Spikes on my toes, you a crumb, boy, you still in Jordans
What you paid for yo fit was my bill in Morton's
Even when I'm six feet deep but I'm still important
You ain't getting money, you just be where the rappers be
I better not catch you lame-a** n***as where the b*t*hes be
I ain't got a heart, I just like to wear it on my tee
Middle finger to them lame n***as that ever doubted me
Feel like Lil Tecca, I just held an opp for ransom
Grabbed the jacks and disappeared, I am not a phantom
SB blasting off, boy, yo rocket landing
Pull up like I'm Stone Cold, let the choppa slam him
Think I'm shooting videos, how I'm copping cannons
Finna pour the Hi-Tech, hold the Wock' for ransom
I don't be f**king with no rats, n***as hot as Tampa
Me and [?] dropped a eighth in a drop of Fanta, b*t*h
On the road for thirty days and thirty nights
No punches through this b*t*h, doing thirty?fights
Circled?on the opp?block, we hit thirty rights
Looking at?my future like you staring up at thirty lights
Don't ask?what's?in?the cup, don't?you see me?with the Drank God?
Don't ask do it hit, don't you see me with the Punch God?
Tapped in, get a n***a touched like a iPod
She wanna make a movie, set the cam on the tripod
Punching like a black belt, I'm a card master
Emotionless, I'll leave a b*t*h heart shattered
Good cappage on the 'Gram, you're a star actor
In store with fire, b*t*h, I'm flaming like I'm Charmander
Yeah, pop a school bus, I'm a bar master
Big chop that'll knock a n***a car backwards
Two beams on a Glock like car hazards
Drank God, b*t*h, I'm balling like March Madness
With all this energy, boy must be Duracell
For all the grannies that I jugged, I might burn in Hell
Brought the slides in store, that's the burning smell
Come and get this Fraud Bible, boy, it's working well
No cap, this BIN gon' put my n***as all on
She ain't sucking d**k? She should spin and send her a** home
I can't wait till Apple drop them iPhones
She a real freak, she don't do it with the lights on
Game sliders cranked up, I done found the glitch
D1 with the punch work, come and scout the kid
In BOA acting bad, boy, I'm counting slips
Life jacket underneath the fit, I might drown in drip
So much water on my neck, I might drown the b*t*h
Greyhound, only time that I hound a b*t*h
Finna do a turn around for right now and a six
What's that stanking in my pocket? A pile of sh*t
Money on the floor, I'm spinning hoes like the Wheel of Fortune
Spikes on my toes, you a crumb, boy, you still in Jordans
What you paid for yo fit was my bill in Morton's
Even when I'm six feet deep but I'm still important
You ain't getting money, you just be where the rappers be
I better not catch you lame-a** n***as where the b*t*hes be
I ain't got a heart, I just like to wear it on my tee
Middle finger to them lame n***as that ever doubted me
Feel like Lil Tecca, I just held an opp for ransom
Grabbed the jacks and disappeared, I am not a phantom
SB blasting off, boy, yo rocket landing
Pull up like I'm Stone Cold, let the choppa slam him
Think I'm shooting videos, how I'm copping cannons
Finna pour the Hi-Tech, hold the Wock' for ransom
I don't be f**king with no rats, n***as hot as Tampa
Me and [?] dropped a eighth in a drop of Fanta, b*t*h
