Wild West lyrics

[Intro]
Ha-ha
Yeah, sh*ttyBoyz (sh*ttyBoyz, n*gga, Dog sh*t Militia, n*gga)
sh*ttyBoyz, sh*ttyBoyz (Whole lotta gang sh*t, man, you know what's going, man)
sh*ttyBoyz (Whole lotta Lab sh*t)
Yeah, sh*ttyBoyz (His name's "Pablo")

[Verse 1]
Real road runner, bug splatter on my windshield
Couldn't roll with us if yo lil' whip had ten wheels
Counting blessings every single day but I'ma sin still
Blew a ten at Neiman's, I'ma hit Saks and spend still
Up roll on yo b*tch, I'm getting in her jeans lately
White Scat, limousine tint, b*tch, I'm speed racing
Dee blew a ten [?] he off three facers
SB the f*cking printing press, how we keep paper
I like pape', I like guns, I like bad b*tches
I'm a road upping, sh*t talking, rap n*gga
Ducked in my duffy, hoes know our bag different
All this pape' in thе fanny, I can't fit the strap in it
In a Mustang sticked up, this the Wild Wеst
Heart cold, I been backstabbed so I smile less
We on every block, big rockets, feel like Yao [?]
Somerset tripping, when we leave ain't no style left
Ha-ha, yeah, that's 'cause we bought it all
Jeeps, Hellcats, Trackhawks, we don't walk at all
Ash Ketchum, I ain't squashing beef until I caught 'em all
When you say the word "sh*tting", ain't nobody thought of y'all
Buffed up, off a four of Wock', bro can't see nothing
Since the womb I always told myself that I'ma be something
Spend the block with fifty round drums, we ain't gon' keep nothing
I don't drug talk but unky said he got 'bout three onions
Like they DTE, all gang do is light sh*t up
Summer '16 was Robin jeans, you ain't fly with us
All that ice up in his Cariters, brodie sinus stuffed
We'll pop his sh*t like Moneybagg, tryna fight with us
Dior, Balenciaga, Louboutin, you can't hike with us
Them some twenty-threes, these Amiri, you can't Mike with us
We some 201 extraordinaires, you can't slide with us
Rejecting b*tches at the door like, "Nah, baby, nine's enough"
At the Ritz on the top floor but I'm scared of heights
You a hothead? I'll put a Glock to yo Fahrenheit
Too familiar with yo b*tch crib, I be there every night
We'll let this big black b*tch sing like it's Barry White
[Break]
Ha-ha, yeah, n*gga, I been tripping lately, n*gga
Touching chicken lately
Ask me where I'm at, I'm probably with yo baby, n*gga
Huh, f*ck is you talking about?
Yeah

[Verse 2]
Big sh*tting, when I talk, boy, yo b*tch listen
You would think that Elmo around, I got big chicken
She gon' let my lil' bro f*ck 'cause his wrist glisten
You can go and ask Charmin, boy, they know I been sh*tting
Every time you see me out, it's Off-White and new Yeezys
Boy, I been putting that sh*t on 'fore you knew Jeezy
I be road running, sack chasing more than [?]
I'ma hang this sh*t up as the GOAT, boy, it's too easy

[Outro]
Dumbass n*gga
b*tch, I'm a sh*ttyBoy, yeah
b*tch, we the sh*ttyBoyz
Ha-ha