"Underworld" lyrics
(Helluva beat, baby)
(Smoke on the beat)
Ayy, huh, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz
Bitch got super head, she my Wonder Girl
Hit him up top, send him down to the underworld
I just pulled three phones off my uncle Earl
He ain't thinking with his brain, Glock make his onion twirl
Gunslinging on the West, I ain't Erron Black
Opps ain't expect us to hit 'em with a air attack
Pray to God that my niggas make it there and back
Feel like Mister Apple, I just turned in a pair of jacks
Niggas only shoot paper balls in the trash
Only thing I got is SB, they ain't play clash
Real drip stepper, heard my first word was "splash"
You not getting a penny, a purse, or a lash
This a different ball game, stay in your lane, sport
Scams took my life, cameras snatched me off the court
I know we up, nigga, I don't gotta check the score
Hammer in the whip, yes, I pulled up with Thor
I'm finna tell Hutch diamond me up
Sub-Zero, I'm too cold when I'm sliding a punch
Scat flowing, she get wet when I'm flying it up
Give a opp a hunnid holes, Shia LaBeouf
Before we hit Saks, go to Morton's first
Keep the questions, lil' bitch, you ain't Doris Burke
Ghost chili talk, dawg can't afford a verse
Punch God, granny pray that the Lord'll work
Feeling like a punchophile, how I play with BINs
If the stick hit, it's game over, he can't play again
Far from human, I feel like Invader Zim
Spaceship tripping, windows Darth Vader tint
Gang got more chopsticks than a noodle shop
Jumped in the deep end and ran into DoodleBob
Up laser gun on an opp and I blew his mind
If the road's bad, we gon' slide in a [?]
I hate a ol' monkey see, monkey do
Bro, I like my bitches rude and my money blue
Feet up, get head while I enjoy the view
Bitches ain't shit is the only thing I ever knew
You ever made a bitch put some in her cootermama?
Her ass fat so I'm tryna find out who her mama
Handing out smoke, this ain't marijuana
Told Tron, "Bro, I'm tired [?] for some Benihana"
I heard yo' grandma got cancer, I feel bad for her
But no cap, before she die, I'ma scam her first
Punch God, bitch, I used to be a scamateur
Hit the Runtz once and flew the fuck off of planet Earth
Firework, boy, this lil' BIN exploding shit
Walk around with my slime, Nickelodeon
Heart on my tee but the stick emotionless
Triple S untied, still ain't tripping on a bitch
(Helluva beat, baby)
(Smoke on the beat)
(Smoke on the beat)
Ayy, huh, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz
Bitch got super head, she my Wonder Girl
Hit him up top, send him down to the underworld
I just pulled three phones off my uncle Earl
He ain't thinking with his brain, Glock make his onion twirl
Gunslinging on the West, I ain't Erron Black
Opps ain't expect us to hit 'em with a air attack
Pray to God that my niggas make it there and back
Feel like Mister Apple, I just turned in a pair of jacks
Niggas only shoot paper balls in the trash
Only thing I got is SB, they ain't play clash
Real drip stepper, heard my first word was "splash"
You not getting a penny, a purse, or a lash
This a different ball game, stay in your lane, sport
Scams took my life, cameras snatched me off the court
I know we up, nigga, I don't gotta check the score
Hammer in the whip, yes, I pulled up with Thor
I'm finna tell Hutch diamond me up
Sub-Zero, I'm too cold when I'm sliding a punch
Scat flowing, she get wet when I'm flying it up
Give a opp a hunnid holes, Shia LaBeouf
Before we hit Saks, go to Morton's first
Keep the questions, lil' bitch, you ain't Doris Burke
Ghost chili talk, dawg can't afford a verse
Punch God, granny pray that the Lord'll work
Feeling like a punchophile, how I play with BINs
If the stick hit, it's game over, he can't play again
Far from human, I feel like Invader Zim
Spaceship tripping, windows Darth Vader tint
Gang got more chopsticks than a noodle shop
Jumped in the deep end and ran into DoodleBob
Up laser gun on an opp and I blew his mind
If the road's bad, we gon' slide in a [?]
I hate a ol' monkey see, monkey do
Bro, I like my bitches rude and my money blue
Feet up, get head while I enjoy the view
Bitches ain't shit is the only thing I ever knew
You ever made a bitch put some in her cootermama?
Her ass fat so I'm tryna find out who her mama
Handing out smoke, this ain't marijuana
Told Tron, "Bro, I'm tired [?] for some Benihana"
I heard yo' grandma got cancer, I feel bad for her
But no cap, before she die, I'ma scam her first
Punch God, bitch, I used to be a scamateur
Hit the Runtz once and flew the fuck off of planet Earth
Firework, boy, this lil' BIN exploding shit
Walk around with my slime, Nickelodeon
Heart on my tee but the stick emotionless
Triple S untied, still ain't tripping on a bitch
(Helluva beat, baby)
(Smoke on the beat)
Writer(s): Martin McCurtis, James Johnson, Stanwill ., Dee Hamlet
