Bubble Guts lyrics

[Intro: StanWill]
Looking at my
Ayy, looking at myself like
Ayy

[Verse 1: StanWill]
Looking at myself like, damn, I'm ugly than a b*tch
Thinking to myself like I might be ugly but I'm rich
I just spent a thousand on some shoes, on some f*ck it sh*t
All I know is jam and slide, wouldn't touch a brick
b*tch talk a lot like, damn, can you suck my di*k?
Bougie than a motherf*cker, boy, you couldn't touch my b*tch
Would never throw a fist, how ironic that I punched a blick
sh*ttyBoyz sh*tting, how ironic that I'm up some sh*t

[Verse 2: D. Deshaun]
Ayy, I walk past all the pretty hoes, wanna blow a kiss
Tell me how you 'posed to make a bag, you won't take a risk
Just shot a ground breaker, hit maker, I can never miss
Crossed another goal off the list, smoking out the zip
Now who told these lil' n*ggas they could f*ck with us?
With the sh*ttyBoyz, sh*ttyBoy got the bubblе guts
I'm hopping in and out these hoes' hеarts like it's Double Dutch
Tongue out like I'm MJ, scoring in a clutch
It take time, wanna run it up? You ain't got to rush
It can get depressing if these n*ggas think 'bout pressing us
I heard the opps running out of money, running out of luck
I wake up early, getting to the bucks, time to run it up
[Verse 3: StanWill]
Keep some Charmin on me everywhere I go, I'm f*cking sh*tting
Think I need a heavyweight belt, b*tch, I punch like 'Lista
He brought some knuckles to a gun fight, that's a dumb decision
I think the opps some vegetarians 'cause they don't touch no chicken
Blicky on me, giffies on me, I'm in LA tripping
Might be skinny but I flex like I'm in LA Fitness
n*ggas all bark with no bite, I can tell they b*tches
Chilling in a room full of models, I can tell they tempted

[Verse 4: D. Deshaun]
Now how you gon' see me and you ain't got the vision?
I wake up and replenish in the kitchen, something like a chemist
n*ggas cannot hang with the gang, out here acting timid
We up at Saks Fifth spending chips on designer denim
I tried to put yo mans on some BINs, it just wasn't in him
He tried to walk a mile in my Forces but they couldn't fit him
I'm tip-toeing on this beat, lighter than a feather
Yo b*tch wanna roll with the clique but you wouldn't let her

[Verse 5: StanWill]
Ayy, I can trip and fall on my ass, still run it up
You know all my dawgs got a MAG, still knuckle up
Guess I gotta ball with a mask, f*ck Corona, huh
You can catch me all in my bag, play with luggage, huh
Ayy, I could probably skydive and wouldn't fall off
We'll blow him sky high, he acting all tough
Ayy, gave D. Deshaun a high five, we f*cked 'em all up
Ayy, showed this lil' b*tch a light five and got my balls sucked
Shippy after shippy after shippy, shout-out Amazon
Granny after granny after granny, it's a scamathon
They think it's Zac Efron and Corbin Bleu but it's just Stan and Tron
I just punched the Yeezys off the site, I don't stand in line