CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Super Smash Bros
Aye, aye, aye, Sh*ttyBoyz
Hellvua made this beat, baby
Can't even tell you how much I done?made?off of Western?Union
Like yesterday I bust a check?for six thousand at the credit union
Pulled up to his house with my AR, now his party ruined
Just bought a new strap, it got a scope plus it got the cooler
I'm flyer than an alien in these Human Races
Feel like Gohan, I'm punching like a Super Saiyan
Them hoes used to ho me, now they got the stupid faces
Send a bullet at his face, he better hope he do the Matrix
Turned around so many times, I done lost balance
It's good Runtz, bro in Wonderland, he done met Alice
"Stan, what you got that .30 for?", b*t*h, I'm Ray Allen
Keep the heat like I'm Erik Spoelstra 'cause I ain't scrapping
I just printed out a fake ID, now my name "Alex"
Man, one day I was 'bout to kill my b*t*h 'cause she missed my package
Had to buy a safe 'cause I can't fit my money in the mattress
These lame n***as say they getting money, we know that's major capping
I'm transforming in the Scat like an Autobot
Teejay looking like a sergeant with the auto chop
I'm disappearing like a ninja if they call the cops
Ain't no 50-50s with this BIN, boy, they all gon' pop
Yo granny tripping 'bout the rent, I spent it on my drip
Yo lil' clumsy-a** b*t*h keep slipping on my d**k
I see you riding in a bucket but you taking trips
You spent your last on some sauce but you ain't makin sh*t
Slapped the f**k out of my girl 'cause she grabbed my d**k in public
He being stingy with his money 'cause he on a low budget
The narcs flicked they lights on me but I just kept on running
F**ked this ho an hour ago and she just kept on c*mming
Slap a scope on the chop, I'm commander Tron
If she see me in Versace, she gon' fantasize
Punch Yeezys off champs, I ain't stand in line
First time I pinged, I was feeling like the man inside
Real Sh*ttyBoy, I done f**ked the stalls up
Damn wrecking ball, I done f**ked the mall up (Miley Cyrus)
Yo sh*t dead, get a f**king ball up
Serve his a** on the road, f**king all my calls up
If you need your bills punched, you can f**king call us
Boy, how you getting money? I caught you hopping on the bus
F**ked a b*t*h off three Percs and I couldn't even bust
Met a bougie white b*t*h, told me she hated when I cussed
My trust gone, I been lied to a hundred times
I could shoot a hundred thousand times, it's a drum inside
Slide? I wish yo dumba** would come and try
Feeling like the Super Smash Bros., how we punch and slide
Tiptoeing on your b*t*h in exclusive shoes
Out of state boys on the road with elusive moves
I'll beat the f**k out this n***a, I don't need the tool
I f**ked Wally's up Christmas time, Ebenezer Scrooge
Met up with my plug and he bought me out of all my phones
Let my brother wear my fit and that b*t*h n***a stole my clothes
You the type to DC and f**k around and steal the phones
I'm pretty sure you only hear a beep when you stealing clothes
Don't hide your b*t*h at the play, bro be folding hoes
I'm like ET off these Runtz, b*t*h, I'm phoning home
I think my b*t*h at a party, I told that ho come home
My plug threw some bows to me, that n***a said go long
You approved? Congratulations Post Malone
Ha-ha, f**king stupid-a** dumba** retarded b*t*h
Hellvua made this beat, baby
Can't even tell you how much I done?made?off of Western?Union
Like yesterday I bust a check?for six thousand at the credit union
Pulled up to his house with my AR, now his party ruined
Just bought a new strap, it got a scope plus it got the cooler
I'm flyer than an alien in these Human Races
Feel like Gohan, I'm punching like a Super Saiyan
Them hoes used to ho me, now they got the stupid faces
Send a bullet at his face, he better hope he do the Matrix
Turned around so many times, I done lost balance
It's good Runtz, bro in Wonderland, he done met Alice
"Stan, what you got that .30 for?", b*t*h, I'm Ray Allen
Keep the heat like I'm Erik Spoelstra 'cause I ain't scrapping
I just printed out a fake ID, now my name "Alex"
Man, one day I was 'bout to kill my b*t*h 'cause she missed my package
Had to buy a safe 'cause I can't fit my money in the mattress
These lame n***as say they getting money, we know that's major capping
I'm transforming in the Scat like an Autobot
Teejay looking like a sergeant with the auto chop
I'm disappearing like a ninja if they call the cops
Ain't no 50-50s with this BIN, boy, they all gon' pop
Yo granny tripping 'bout the rent, I spent it on my drip
Yo lil' clumsy-a** b*t*h keep slipping on my d**k
I see you riding in a bucket but you taking trips
You spent your last on some sauce but you ain't makin sh*t
Slapped the f**k out of my girl 'cause she grabbed my d**k in public
He being stingy with his money 'cause he on a low budget
The narcs flicked they lights on me but I just kept on running
F**ked this ho an hour ago and she just kept on c*mming
Slap a scope on the chop, I'm commander Tron
If she see me in Versace, she gon' fantasize
Punch Yeezys off champs, I ain't stand in line
First time I pinged, I was feeling like the man inside
Real Sh*ttyBoy, I done f**ked the stalls up
Damn wrecking ball, I done f**ked the mall up (Miley Cyrus)
Yo sh*t dead, get a f**king ball up
Serve his a** on the road, f**king all my calls up
If you need your bills punched, you can f**king call us
Boy, how you getting money? I caught you hopping on the bus
F**ked a b*t*h off three Percs and I couldn't even bust
Met a bougie white b*t*h, told me she hated when I cussed
My trust gone, I been lied to a hundred times
I could shoot a hundred thousand times, it's a drum inside
Slide? I wish yo dumba** would come and try
Feeling like the Super Smash Bros., how we punch and slide
Tiptoeing on your b*t*h in exclusive shoes
Out of state boys on the road with elusive moves
I'll beat the f**k out this n***a, I don't need the tool
I f**ked Wally's up Christmas time, Ebenezer Scrooge
Met up with my plug and he bought me out of all my phones
Let my brother wear my fit and that b*t*h n***a stole my clothes
You the type to DC and f**k around and steal the phones
I'm pretty sure you only hear a beep when you stealing clothes
Don't hide your b*t*h at the play, bro be folding hoes
I'm like ET off these Runtz, b*t*h, I'm phoning home
I think my b*t*h at a party, I told that ho come home
My plug threw some bows to me, that n***a said go long
You approved? Congratulations Post Malone
Ha-ha, f**king stupid-a** dumba** retarded b*t*h
