Prince Of The Mitten lyrics

[Intro]
(Phew)
Hey (Phew)
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
Me and Stan just f*cked up AT&T
Me and Stan just f*cked up AT&T
Me and Stan just f*cked up AT&T
Me and Stan just f*cked up AT&T
(Phew)
Hey (It's Lando, your b*tch know, don't let your b*tch go, n*gga)
Hey, hey, sh*ttyBoyz

[Verse 1]
Me and Stan ran it up off of EDD
b*tch'll never get a ring like CP3
Ain't no coffee in my cup, b*tch, I'm drinking lean
Caught him broad day, easy breezy, I ain't need a beam
12 had to let me go, I told 'em, "I ain't see a thing"
Yeezy fiend, closet stacked with adidas sneaks
Trackhawks, Hellcats, sh*t look like Need for Speed
Best believe I'ma be the G.O.A.T. whеn I leave the lеague

[Verse 2]
(Damjonboi)
Puncher next to me, made a hundred off the dark web
Doggy got that fake Bape, hundred for a shark head (Brr)
T-shirt Chrome, tell the lil' b*tch, "My heart dead" (Yeah)
Vanilla this, vanilla that, the young Tron was giffy grabbin'
Made his whole car stop, I f*cked around and 50-cal'ed it (Pew, pew)
Late night, you only talk, you something like Jimmy Fallon
Put that lil' f*cking gun down, my hitman really active
[Verse 3]
Two titties, give your ass a hundred piece
Track.2s, walk around in thousand dollar running sneaks (Phew)
Ksubi jeans looking tight 'cause it's a dub in these
2014, True Religions, belt double G's
So much ice on my neck, the b*tches in the club gon' freeze
All the sh*t I seen up in my life'll make your stomach quease (Phew)
Thinking sh*t sweet? Huh, come and see
Fell asleep and woke up confused, I done drunk a three

[Verse 4]
I been dogging hoes since I was twelve, this sh*t ain't nothing new
Dog sh*t Militia, up some pape' or we won't f*ck with you
Five thousand on the Cartiers, I got the buffest view
f*ck around and dunk on yo' ass if it's up with you

[Verse 5]
If the chopstick jam, sh*t, I'm getting hands on
If yo' pieces hitting, why you never put yo' mans on?
Mm-hmm, cut it out, you a ham, bro
Thousand dollar coat, thousand dollar coffee cup
I got fifties, I got hunnids, lil' b*tch, the joggy stuffed (Brrr)
Pendant after pendant, I'ma have Hutchie sauce me up
Touch a hair on me? Guarantee we sending doggy up

[Verse 6]
Free Ri', what brodie did? That sh*t was legendary
Poured an eight in January, I was sleep till February (sh*t)
Pretty b*tch, she look too nice but the head was scary
Three-five after three-five, like it's necessary
[Verse 7]
Five thousand dollar fit, I'm dressing excellent
I'll slide down, you the type be sending messages
Nah, for real, see him out, I bet we pressing him
I ain't road running, sh*t, I sent seven Mexicans

[Verse 8]
Whole lotta choppas at the spot, b*tch, we like the army
I just hit a b*tch off the buffs, said she like the Cartis
I can out-smoke Bob, b*tch, I'm high as Marley
Chilling at the crib making pape', ain't the type to party

[Verse 9]
Chopstick rusty, unky sliding with a old rifle (Phew)
Sliding in a Striker, no registration, no title (sh*t)
Scam star, brodie in the kitchen by a snow pile (Phew, phew, phew)
I got a lotta kids trying to steal my whole style (Phew, phew, phew)

[Verse 10]
European sneakers every day, my closet look like Saks (sh*t)
Fool sipping NyQuil, he thinking that it look like Act' (Lame)
Pack of Backwoods pearls, sh*t, they look like Blacks (Phew)
Said that he had 'thrax, opened the pack and it looked like cap (Phew, phew)

[Verse 11]
Five percent tint, you can't see sh*t (Phew)
Tryna ride the wave? f*ck around and you get seasick (I swear to God)
Pay this motherf*cker off, we don't lease whips (Skrrt, skrrt)
Keep your lips sealed, you know loose lips, they sink ships (Lips)
[Verse 12]
Eighty racks, put it in my Louis V. backpack (Phew)
Hellcat'ing, b*tch, we upgraded from them Scat Packs (Skrrt)
Ran it up fast, sh*t, I should've played some halfback (Nyoom)
It don't matter what the f*ck you make if you can't stack

[Verse 13]
Miami in November, feel like Ray, sh*t, I'm living life (Yeah)
If you care about it, don't quit 'til you get it right (You better)
I pray for you if my shooter got you in his sight (Pow-pow)
sh*t talker, I been doing this since Fisher Price (Lil' boy)

[Verse 14]
Habibi firebombing, got a missile tucked (Ha)
If them robbers come through, then I guarantee they give it up (Give it up)
Lifestyle huge, this basic b*tch, she into little stuff (Bum)
Hit a bucket, sh*t, I'm getting clutch (Phew)
Unky spot a fiend, whip it up, and then he fix her up (Phew, phew)
You ain't got the heart, go 'head, pull the trigger, punk
Dog sh*t Militia, sh*ttyBoyz, it ain't no switching up (Phew)

[Verse 15]
Dior kicks, Mike Amiris, Glocky with the switch (sh*t)
Hitman a motherf*cker, catching bodies, no attempts (Brrow)
Out the way, but I'm still prolly in the mix
Wock'y, I'ma sip, got me feeling godly in this b*tch (Phew, phew, yeah)

[Verse 16]
Widebody, don't know where to park at (Skrrt-skrrt)
Unky in the kitchen whipping in a Chrome Heart mask (Phew, phew)
Chop with the telescope'll send 'em where the stars at (Pow-pow)
Backwood full of moon rock, I'm where Mars at (Phew)

[Verse 17]
Tell a b*tch, "Shut the f*ck up" with her broke-ass
In that Transformer, big engine, finna float past (Skrrt)
Ninety dollar eighthy in the 'Wood, I only blow gas (sh*t)
No pass, gang sliding down like the road's bad (Skrrt)
Ain't no ho in I, I step dolo (Yeah)
Pocket look azul, red bottoms, every step rojo
Need a pair of new Yeezys, sh*t, I'm finna check Nojo
Paint his nose red, we ain't aiming at yo' chest, bozo (Brrrr)

[Verse 18]
High as hell, done woke up off the Wock' like, where the f*ck I'm at? (Brrrr)
I don't f*cking scrap, you throw a jab and I'ma up the strap (Phew)
Punching jacks at the scam house, I'm finna double back (Phew)
Ten thousand dollar fit (Phew), I spent a dub in Saks
This some zaza (Phew, phew), you smell it even when it's bubble wrapped (Phew)

[Verse 19]
I just want to spend some money
I just want to spend some money
On the block with some, titi'll test it for me
F&N hanging on my hip, we ain't wrestling, dumnmy
I done had some rainy days, but I bet the rest be sunny

[Outro]
Hey
Dog sh*t Militia, sh*ttyBoyz
You know what the f*ck going on
Can't f*ck with me
Yeah