Lyrics Jackie Moon - ShittyBoyz, Rio Da Yung OG, Rmc Mike

Jackie Moon

Hand me the heavyweight belt, I’m the Scam Champ\nI done touch two hundred X, I’m the Jack Man\nThinking that he big, turn him into Ant-Man\nBitch, I wouldn’t DC if I was Batman\nHuh, and the whip look like a Batmobile\nYou drive a 2012, bitch, that ain’t a Scat, for real\n«What's that noise in the back?"Rio cracked the seal\nCaught him in the park and shot his ass, that’s a Jurassic kill\nThat means I turned him to a fossil\nI’m in church banging this, I’m like, «Fuck some gospel»\nIn this bitch windpipe, I’m like, «Fuck some tonsils»\nShooter busting off the crotch rocket, clutching on the throttle\nHuh, yeah, we on a different wave\nFeds tried to hit bro with the book, he on a different page\nSmart as hell, but when she giving head, she use a different brain\nSkrrt-skrrt, swerving on your bitch in a different lane\nShittyBoyz X Flint, we talk dumb and dumber\nBig four Nicky to the belly, this a tummy tucker\nI ain’t gon' lie, if bro miss, he a lucky fucker\n'Cause it got the beam and a scope, better duck and cover\nBro hit the water two times, that’s a déjà blue\nIf I could marry rap, dawg, I would say, «I do»\nBut I’m blessed off the scams like I said achoo\nIt would take more than a cape just to save your boo\nLet me see a sandwich bag, I’m the Grand Champ\nMe, Mike, and Tron already fucked this ho, Stan next\nFinna hit six grams of tan and leave hand prints\nGotta put on gloves when I pack this shit like anthrax\nSold dope, had a job and robbed, I’ma scam next\nServed Martin, fucked Gina twice, I want Pam next\nHe got a gun but he almost dropped it, 'cause his hands wet\nLet him pop once, he going to sleep, fuck a Xanax\nFlint niggas, but we fucking with the ShittyBoyz\nFour Hellcats back to back, we the KittyBoyz\nSay you dropping who when you see who? You a silly boy\nFucking on a scamming rich bitch, I’m a city boy\nI don’t go to sleep, when it rain, I make rain sleepy\nBought an eight of red from Big Lou, and let Dan drink it\nFinna take off on these niggas, bitch, the train leaving\nI ain’t buy these Guccis outta Saks, bitch, I came Neiman’s\nI spent a light band on 'em\nPop a nigga, fire up a square, then do my dance on 'em\nHave bro ship you out west, I’m a land owner\nVans got eight hundred pressies, I think Dan want 'em\nBitch, now that’s easy pay\nNew bitch got diabetes, I made her eat a cake\nI ain’t even have to use a kitchen, it was Easy-Bake\nHit your Charger with a 50K, I’ll make the Hemi break\nReally plugged in, bitch, you got a shortage in your socket\nShot him in his hip and sent some lint soaring out his pocket\nI’m in both conferences, rode to Florida with my rockets\nFeel like Jackie Moon, I’m in Flint scoring like a Tropic\nTryna fight? You might as well skydive without a parachute\nBro, I think I’m sick of these hoes, pass the Theraflu\nBig Russian 'K got more kick than a pair of shoes\nI done scammed Marry, Betty, and Sarah too\nMe and Mike just fucked the city up, nigga, we the greatest\nHad to buy a Scat, ain’t have enough, shit, the Demon eighty\nAK baby with the stand, I need two lasers\nOne shot’ll leave you shitty, boy, you need a newspaper\nLinked up with Stan, man, and BabyTron\nWoke up today, and slapped fifty in the baby .9\nLet a nigga move incorrectly, hit him eighty times\nForgot I had a .30 stuffed in my new baby mom