"1-800" lyrics
Hey, ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia
Long live $cam, R.I.P Chris, T-double-H-L shit, you hip, skip?
(Don't you know you won the lotto?)
Hit the A in April, I might stay until the end of May
Big brib, not no BnB nor an extended stay
I don't post the pape' I make, but it's 'bout ten a day
The only reason that you up 'cause you don't spend no pape'
And I understand, but bust a rubber band
Boy, you wouldn't catch a hat if you had double hands
Whole bowl of Zagaza, I'm leavin' from the muffin man
Foreign fit from Buckhead, You would think this bitch from Buckingham
Chrome Heart snap back, I'm looking like a trucker, man
I done overdid the drank and hit the stutter dance
Pockets, they obese, just call me blubber man
I be sleep a week straight, I can't trust the Xans
Cut the flashlight on, I don't trust the purps
Cut the spaceship on, I ain't been trustin' Earth
He was getting over-tough and now he stuck in dirt
They told me, "Lay off the spray", but, shit, I'm stuck on terps
Banned from every rental brand, shit, I'm fucked on Hertz
Boy, I don't sip no fuckin' turtle, boy, I'm slumped off purp'
Unfuckwithables, nah, this ain't no gumbos, nerd
Dudie bone a fiend just like Bubbles doing undo work
When we ain't got no work, shit, our custo's jerks
Dub just to redo the interior, my truck berserk
We need scripts on top of scripts, I need a custom nurse
Cuddy pressin' RP's, he makin' custom Percs
I bet that button thang put you on a custom shirt
We'll leave his body cut in two, he need a custom hearse
Fuck the funeral, fuck the pastor and fuck the church
I'm mixin' Trizzy with some alcohol, this jungle syrup
You ain't built for this bitch, please get up out the jungle, sir
You ain't really in the trap, boy, that's yo' uncle work
You ain't really gettin' trim, boy, that's yo' uncle shirt
You a fuckin' twerp
If the punches don't work, we might jump the clerk
Shit, 1-800-STUMP-ALERT
He ain't got a dollar on him, 1-800-BUM-ALERT
Yo' bitch got some super-head, 1-800-CUM-ALERT
Rerocked him three times, 1-800-DUMB-ALERT
Took his blick three times, 1-800-PUNK-ALERT
Bitches talm 'bout shot-o-clock, 1-800-DRUNK-ALERT
Turkey bag terrorist, 1-800-SKUNK-ALERT
Oh, the block slamming? 1-800-UNC-ALERT
She showed me y'all texts, shit, it's 1-800-LUNCH-ALERT
You ain't popped out in years, ha
You ain't popped out the crib in years, this a 1-800-CHUMP-ALERT
We just loaded up the site, 1-800-PUNCH-ALERT
We just loaded up the site, 1-800-DUMP-ALERT
I be throwin' ho's out like paper
Broke her down and crumbled her, I ain't really even spend a month with her
(1-800, you a bitch, stay away)
(1-800, you a snitch, stay away) (Don't you wanna win the lotto?)
(Aye, ShittyBoyz, $BD$M)
(Troncic, 77, Troncic, 77, Troncic, phew)
Long live $cam, R.I.P Chris, T-double-H-L shit, you hip, skip?
(Don't you know you won the lotto?)
Hit the A in April, I might stay until the end of May
Big brib, not no BnB nor an extended stay
I don't post the pape' I make, but it's 'bout ten a day
The only reason that you up 'cause you don't spend no pape'
And I understand, but bust a rubber band
Boy, you wouldn't catch a hat if you had double hands
Whole bowl of Zagaza, I'm leavin' from the muffin man
Foreign fit from Buckhead, You would think this bitch from Buckingham
Chrome Heart snap back, I'm looking like a trucker, man
I done overdid the drank and hit the stutter dance
Pockets, they obese, just call me blubber man
I be sleep a week straight, I can't trust the Xans
Cut the flashlight on, I don't trust the purps
Cut the spaceship on, I ain't been trustin' Earth
He was getting over-tough and now he stuck in dirt
They told me, "Lay off the spray", but, shit, I'm stuck on terps
Banned from every rental brand, shit, I'm fucked on Hertz
Boy, I don't sip no fuckin' turtle, boy, I'm slumped off purp'
Unfuckwithables, nah, this ain't no gumbos, nerd
Dudie bone a fiend just like Bubbles doing undo work
When we ain't got no work, shit, our custo's jerks
Dub just to redo the interior, my truck berserk
We need scripts on top of scripts, I need a custom nurse
Cuddy pressin' RP's, he makin' custom Percs
I bet that button thang put you on a custom shirt
We'll leave his body cut in two, he need a custom hearse
Fuck the funeral, fuck the pastor and fuck the church
I'm mixin' Trizzy with some alcohol, this jungle syrup
You ain't built for this bitch, please get up out the jungle, sir
You ain't really in the trap, boy, that's yo' uncle work
You ain't really gettin' trim, boy, that's yo' uncle shirt
You a fuckin' twerp
If the punches don't work, we might jump the clerk
Shit, 1-800-STUMP-ALERT
He ain't got a dollar on him, 1-800-BUM-ALERT
Yo' bitch got some super-head, 1-800-CUM-ALERT
Rerocked him three times, 1-800-DUMB-ALERT
Took his blick three times, 1-800-PUNK-ALERT
Bitches talm 'bout shot-o-clock, 1-800-DRUNK-ALERT
Turkey bag terrorist, 1-800-SKUNK-ALERT
Oh, the block slamming? 1-800-UNC-ALERT
She showed me y'all texts, shit, it's 1-800-LUNCH-ALERT
You ain't popped out in years, ha
You ain't popped out the crib in years, this a 1-800-CHUMP-ALERT
We just loaded up the site, 1-800-PUNCH-ALERT
We just loaded up the site, 1-800-DUMP-ALERT
I be throwin' ho's out like paper
Broke her down and crumbled her, I ain't really even spend a month with her
(1-800, you a bitch, stay away)
(1-800, you a snitch, stay away) (Don't you wanna win the lotto?)
(Aye, ShittyBoyz, $BD$M)
(Troncic, 77, Troncic, 77, Troncic, phew)
