Alley-ooper

Yeah, okay, I swear to God
They can't fuck with me
They can't fuck with me (Hokatiwi)
They can't fuck with me ha ha, ayy
Ayy, ShittyBoyz

Two straps on
Crazy that I'm sliding in some Pradas
Looking like the Spetsnaz now
Stone Island balaclava
If we get our hands on some missiles
We gon' probably bomb him
Know yo pops mad he ain't spend
A dollar on a condom turned his 'fro red
We just put the Dennis Rodman on him
Lil' eager bitch sucked the dick
Then put on the bonnet
Head so heat in this bitch, got a body on it
Chop sing
See a opp and up the Sterl Gotti on him
You gon' break yo neck diving in
You ain't deep enough done fighting Wock'
Drunk a cup and it beat me up
Fuck around and swing on a bitch
If she don't swing the blunt
Fucked around and made ten before
I ate my Reese's Puffs
Sleeve Nash, alley oop, shit
I went two for two when I wake up
First thing I say is usually rude
Couldn't tell the truth
Told ma I was shooting hoops
I ain't score a bucket in a while
I was shooting moves
Bitch caught me last week
Guess what? I'm still cheating
I could be blind but an M
I think I'll still see it
Death threats, I ain't lose shit, bitch
I'm still sleeping
Filled the money counter last night
This bitch still beeping
No cap, man, I know some real demons
Catch a body
Back to the corner like Darrelle Revis
Riding through Troy, sixth sense
I can smell Neiman's
BabyTron losing? Lil' bitch
That's like Hell freezing
Lil' bitch, that's like you winning
'Miri jeans like a graveyard
Got some blues in it
Run it up, he can't keep up
It ain't no juice in him
We'll leave his block looking like
A fucking nuke hit it
Coach plays, keep the K
I should've went to Duke with it
Test tube'll test her next week
It's a new penny
Flashy, spin a bitch and fuck
Around and juke with it
Really finna have him sick
I hope he has some soup with him
Huh, okay, yeah, okay, okay
Rip Hamilton, hollow tips
They done broke his face
They don't trust you in the clutch
You gon' blow the game
Bitch told me put the 'Wood down
I'm just blowing pain
Feel like Donny Bands
Woke up and threw on my chain
Gang still shining
All the dirt they threw on our name
Be yourself, dude
Why you tryna swerve on my lane?
Promise I'ma end up on shore
Put me on a plane hopping out the hotbox
Bitch think the Scat on fire
You cannot one up a genius
I'm a strategizer
Me and Dre in LA, eighty dollar appetizer
Better pay yo BM back 'fore
She flash yo tires
Been earned my stripes 'fore I
Ever came Adidas fit
I ain't need shit to hit the bitch
You gon' need a fifth
Bitch, I'm a ShittyBoy
Of course I'm a piece of shit
Deep down inside yo best friend
Want some piece of this
And her head a thumbs up
She could've got two
Tapping on my shoulder in the
Store? You could've got blew
Pulled up missing all yo jumpers
Could've cop
Sick as hell of the opps, man, I should've
Achoo and you loose, soft as hell
Should've robbed you
Glock 23 slam dunk, it got LeBron moves
I'ma come Moose Knuckle, Moncler
And cop Goose i ain't bust no fucking llama
Open but I got loot
Coupe don't got backseats but it got zoom
Bitch know I'm a dog
Pull up and I got groomed
We gon' pull up deeper than a bitch
I hope you got troops
One thing I love about myself is I am not you
I am not him, copy that? We are not shrimps
We'll pull up dropping shots
Off that'll rock gyms
Man, here go my bitch calling right now
Oh, you wanna know where I'm at? Bitch
I'm locked in

Yeah ha ha, yeah
They can't fuck with me
They never could but I guess I
Gotta tell y'all one more time yeah, okay
Yeah, ShittyBoyz
Ayy, ShittyBoyz, ShittyBoyz, ayy