"Beast Mode" lyrics
Lil' bro, what you slide and what you punch?
Heard you freaky like Pinky but yo ass still [?]
Tell bro got that blick, it can knock off his muffin
Told her I just want the neck, now she huffing and puffing
When I catch dawg, that's his ass
And he better pray his ass run fast
Do you know the feeling of not having cash?
If this rap shit was a race, ShittyBoyz never on last
Listen, bro, I talk shit 'cause I can
Fuck I look like beefing with a fan?
'Cause you faithfully watching my stories
Doing this scam while yo ass always worried
Ass up, face down, no other way
When you shoot that strap, boy, you look the other way
Niggas sliding down while the boys run the other way
Niggas talking down, hating, shit, just another day
Another day running up that cheese
If you got some cheese, say cheese
I like it better when you on your knees
And remember being bummy and we had to rock Lee's?
Ayy, I just caught a play, we up-up
All my real shooters hold your sticks up
BabyTron made cheese off that six plus
And when you charging for the sauce, you gon' need about six plus
Catch plays with my bitch, call her "Candace Parker"
The only nigga on my head is my fucking barber
Bro, I'm grinding for the riches on a fucking Charger
Now I'm grinding for a milli' like that nigga Carter
Girl, throw it back, that ain't your best
I'm feeling real good, bring your best
Don't let 'em see your paper like a test
Called BJ, bro said I'm always good on the West
All my east side niggas, throw your E's up
Go and bust a jugg, nigga, put that weed up
'Cause I swear my next jugg is your re-up
It must've feel good to make cheese with yo feet up
"Can I be in ShittyBoyz? ", uh, maybe
If you get that bank account and that social, watch your baby
God forgive me for my sins [?]
[?] in a daily
You really call that freak bitch yo baby?
Asked her how it taste, she said tasty
My dawg sending bullets like he Brady
ShittyBoyz falling off? Bitch, you crazy
Bend it over, red nose like you're Rudolph
Put her hair up, now my socks getting blew off
Shout-out to the niggas that made it out, out them shoot-offs
Where's the money? Where's the conversation?
Niggas gon' exclude y'all
Big slime, big dawg, big ball
Really helped you that hard when your ass solo
And them niggas that you think crispy still ball roll
And this piece still hitting, two for one combo
We gon' slide after we slide, turn around and wake the block up
Niggas wanna steal the sauce, imitators tryna mock us
And they see we coming up so the haters wanna stop us
ShittyBoyz is on top, can't no niggas ever top us
I hear a lot of this and that, niggas better come with some facts
Not no hoes, not no pussies, none of that
A nigga stay on our dick like our sack
See dawg out, he turn Sonic
Fucking for some hours off the chronic
You keep a .30 like you Curry, how ironic
These niggas telling stories, writing comments
Niggas see me out and go mute
They say shooters always gon' shoot
So what you think my thugs gon' do?
ShittyBoyz coming harder, times two
Heard you freaky like Pinky but yo ass still [?]
Tell bro got that blick, it can knock off his muffin
Told her I just want the neck, now she huffing and puffing
When I catch dawg, that's his ass
And he better pray his ass run fast
Do you know the feeling of not having cash?
If this rap shit was a race, ShittyBoyz never on last
Listen, bro, I talk shit 'cause I can
Fuck I look like beefing with a fan?
'Cause you faithfully watching my stories
Doing this scam while yo ass always worried
Ass up, face down, no other way
When you shoot that strap, boy, you look the other way
Niggas sliding down while the boys run the other way
Niggas talking down, hating, shit, just another day
Another day running up that cheese
If you got some cheese, say cheese
I like it better when you on your knees
And remember being bummy and we had to rock Lee's?
Ayy, I just caught a play, we up-up
All my real shooters hold your sticks up
BabyTron made cheese off that six plus
And when you charging for the sauce, you gon' need about six plus
Catch plays with my bitch, call her "Candace Parker"
The only nigga on my head is my fucking barber
Bro, I'm grinding for the riches on a fucking Charger
Now I'm grinding for a milli' like that nigga Carter
Girl, throw it back, that ain't your best
I'm feeling real good, bring your best
Don't let 'em see your paper like a test
Called BJ, bro said I'm always good on the West
All my east side niggas, throw your E's up
Go and bust a jugg, nigga, put that weed up
'Cause I swear my next jugg is your re-up
It must've feel good to make cheese with yo feet up
"Can I be in ShittyBoyz? ", uh, maybe
If you get that bank account and that social, watch your baby
God forgive me for my sins [?]
[?] in a daily
You really call that freak bitch yo baby?
Asked her how it taste, she said tasty
My dawg sending bullets like he Brady
ShittyBoyz falling off? Bitch, you crazy
Bend it over, red nose like you're Rudolph
Put her hair up, now my socks getting blew off
Shout-out to the niggas that made it out, out them shoot-offs
Where's the money? Where's the conversation?
Niggas gon' exclude y'all
Big slime, big dawg, big ball
Really helped you that hard when your ass solo
And them niggas that you think crispy still ball roll
And this piece still hitting, two for one combo
We gon' slide after we slide, turn around and wake the block up
Niggas wanna steal the sauce, imitators tryna mock us
And they see we coming up so the haters wanna stop us
ShittyBoyz is on top, can't no niggas ever top us
I hear a lot of this and that, niggas better come with some facts
Not no hoes, not no pussies, none of that
A nigga stay on our dick like our sack
See dawg out, he turn Sonic
Fucking for some hours off the chronic
You keep a .30 like you Curry, how ironic
These niggas telling stories, writing comments
Niggas see me out and go mute
They say shooters always gon' shoot
So what you think my thugs gon' do?
ShittyBoyz coming harder, times two
