CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Missed Call
You stupid-a** lil' boy
Aye, stupid-a** lil' boy, huh
What up, Stan? What up, Reese?
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Sh*ttyBoyz
Rusty-a** boy need WD-40
Pockets fat as hell like I f**k with E-40
Jumped in the deep end, never seen Dory
Laying with a cold b*t*h drinking [?]
And the piece foreign, Visa from the Netherlands
This b*t*h got the demon head but she heaven-sent
GOAT DNA, b*t*h, you can't question it
Heavy-a** Triple S, I could press a brick
Been a scammer since birth, I'm a shiesty f**k
You bought ninety pieces and declined off ninety numbers
Man, yo b*t*h? I'm most lik?ly f**king
Real Sh*ttyBoy, me and gang, we rid? with plungers
That mean we got sticks around
360 on a b*t*h, I done spint around
If it's up, bro'll make a opp hit the ground
She gon' go poof if you bring yo b*t*h around
I could make hits, take hits, or I could do both
I just got a chop, the clip longer than my new bow
Just had yo b*t*h in her feelings, did her too bold
If it's really beef, I grab the heat like it's too cold
Aye, now they finna say I came heat
I watched everybody 'round me change but I'm the same me
N***as tried to knock me off my pivot, I ain't changed feet
Old hoes get the dang face with the gang three
Good punch turned my closet into Foot Locker
Ran the check the f**k up, I'm a jugg doctor
Ran the check the f**k up, I need a foot doctor
You ain't aiming for my head, you a foot popper
SmackDown punch work, I came Scotty 2 Hotty
Big drip, boy, yo b*t*h sick I came tsunami
Drifted on 'em out, turn a Scat to a Ducati
Caught him skywalking at the set and knock the Luke out him
With the Sh*ttyBoyz, cutting up like the Ninja Turtles
I be really dripping Off-White but my denim purple
And my cup full of crushed ice but I'm sipping purple
They ain't feel the pressure last year, b*t*h, I'm finna hurdle
Got kicked out of church 'cause I scammed my reverend
If I hit him with that, he gon' land in Heaven
Jay Ale's now, it used to be anorexic
Shout-out FedEx, I got Apple Jacks for breakfast
Wouldn't put a ring on a b*t*h if she was Neptune
B*t*h said she wasn't throwing neck so I left room
Louis checkers wrapped around my waist, making chess moves
Crack him up with the chop, I brought [?]
Aye, but ain't sh*t funny
You ain't throwing neck? B*t*h, you ain't got sh*t for me
They like, "What's that hanging out that b*t*h?", that's the clip, dummy
And I'm steady leaning off the juice like a sick mummy
Throw a jab? F**k around and get yo a** killed
The gang speed cranked up, you can't pa** this
I'm a Ksubi rocker, love how the pants fit
Jam d**k in yo b*t*h then I jam chips
If it's pape on the floor, I'ma lay down
More slides, OT, than a playground
I'll bust him if I catch him on a greyhound
We on ten with him if we catch him up on 8 Mile
N***as tapping in for the sauce, this sh*t A1
I could pa** it off or shoot the pill like I'm Trae Young
Never folded sh*t, tatted on me since day one
B*t*h called my phone talking crazy, had to hang up
Aye, stupid-a** lil' boy, huh
What up, Stan? What up, Reese?
Aye, aye, aye, aye
Sh*ttyBoyz
Rusty-a** boy need WD-40
Pockets fat as hell like I f**k with E-40
Jumped in the deep end, never seen Dory
Laying with a cold b*t*h drinking [?]
And the piece foreign, Visa from the Netherlands
This b*t*h got the demon head but she heaven-sent
GOAT DNA, b*t*h, you can't question it
Heavy-a** Triple S, I could press a brick
Been a scammer since birth, I'm a shiesty f**k
You bought ninety pieces and declined off ninety numbers
Man, yo b*t*h? I'm most lik?ly f**king
Real Sh*ttyBoy, me and gang, we rid? with plungers
That mean we got sticks around
360 on a b*t*h, I done spint around
If it's up, bro'll make a opp hit the ground
She gon' go poof if you bring yo b*t*h around
I could make hits, take hits, or I could do both
I just got a chop, the clip longer than my new bow
Just had yo b*t*h in her feelings, did her too bold
If it's really beef, I grab the heat like it's too cold
Aye, now they finna say I came heat
I watched everybody 'round me change but I'm the same me
N***as tried to knock me off my pivot, I ain't changed feet
Old hoes get the dang face with the gang three
Good punch turned my closet into Foot Locker
Ran the check the f**k up, I'm a jugg doctor
Ran the check the f**k up, I need a foot doctor
You ain't aiming for my head, you a foot popper
SmackDown punch work, I came Scotty 2 Hotty
Big drip, boy, yo b*t*h sick I came tsunami
Drifted on 'em out, turn a Scat to a Ducati
Caught him skywalking at the set and knock the Luke out him
With the Sh*ttyBoyz, cutting up like the Ninja Turtles
I be really dripping Off-White but my denim purple
And my cup full of crushed ice but I'm sipping purple
They ain't feel the pressure last year, b*t*h, I'm finna hurdle
Got kicked out of church 'cause I scammed my reverend
If I hit him with that, he gon' land in Heaven
Jay Ale's now, it used to be anorexic
Shout-out FedEx, I got Apple Jacks for breakfast
Wouldn't put a ring on a b*t*h if she was Neptune
B*t*h said she wasn't throwing neck so I left room
Louis checkers wrapped around my waist, making chess moves
Crack him up with the chop, I brought [?]
Aye, but ain't sh*t funny
You ain't throwing neck? B*t*h, you ain't got sh*t for me
They like, "What's that hanging out that b*t*h?", that's the clip, dummy
And I'm steady leaning off the juice like a sick mummy
Throw a jab? F**k around and get yo a** killed
The gang speed cranked up, you can't pa** this
I'm a Ksubi rocker, love how the pants fit
Jam d**k in yo b*t*h then I jam chips
If it's pape on the floor, I'ma lay down
More slides, OT, than a playground
I'll bust him if I catch him on a greyhound
We on ten with him if we catch him up on 8 Mile
N***as tapping in for the sauce, this sh*t A1
I could pa** it off or shoot the pill like I'm Trae Young
Never folded sh*t, tatted on me since day one
B*t*h called my phone talking crazy, had to hang up
