Bin Master

Yeah thrust season in full effect, bitch
I'm 'bout to talk crazy on this one
This shit easy turn that shit up, Stan
RIP Chris shittyBoyz

Punches hit at the mall
I'm the last to leave still in school
Need the pieces? Pull up after three
Climbing to the top
I feel the Devil after me
Mastercards in my hand, bitch
I done mastered these
Fit shitty and I got it for the fast and free
Oh, you a fan? Man
I swear you used to laugh at me
Finna hit the road
Tell bro to go and grab the keys
Go and ask the fiends
ShittyBoyz taking over, bitch
We doing numbers if my niggas pull up
They are not shooting jumpers
Sleeve Nash flipping cash, man
I'm doing wonders two hams on the phone
I call that "Dumb and Dumber"
Bitch had a motormouth, she on hush now
Guess she seen me in my bag
Turn around and touchdown
Bitch used to ho me and I
Guess she got a crush now hit yo knees
I'm on thrust mode since I'm up now
Yes, yes, thrust season, it's in full effect
Smacked her with the giffies, nigga
What did you expect?
Already up 3-0, come and get swept
Ran up the check all day and I did not sweat
Tryna add me up? You gon' need a calculator
Jugg, jugg, jugg
I ain't saving shit for later
"BabyTron, can you punch this?"
You can't get a favor
Yes, I got the key to the city
I am not a mayor
Get yo hands off my giffies, oh
You off the dog
Got the play and then I lost it all
I toss the ball
Grab the Visas 'cause it cost a ball
Lil' bitch was choosing
I swear to God she lost her drawers
Used to be a lil' dawg but
I had some hard in me
Pray to God for the light 'cause
I feel the dark in me
You can't swim, you gon' sink, nigga
Got some sharks with me
Ten times out of ten I'ma
Have the cards with me
Punch God, I'm charged up
Now I'm activated
Touch ten off the scams and
I ain't even graduated
Kyle Kuzma 'cause when I came in
I was underrated i love to flex but I swear
That they love to hate me
Only thing I'm losing is the
Count of the blues at the state border
Pray to God I make to through
I'm grinding for the top
Only if you really knew
Said that my pieces ain't hitting? Really
Dude?
Growing up with some dogs turned me into one
Grinded off a single blue and
Turned it into some i want the whole loaf
I ain't really into crumbs
Fucking with that lame? Well I
Guess that she into bums
Been on the grind so much
Ain't got time for sleeping
Talking crazy on the 'Gram? He
Ain't got time for breathing
On yo ass with no cash? Dawg
You ain't got time for fiending
Bro a hothead, shoot some shit
He don't mind the demons
Yeah, you might be up now but yo time's up
Barber sticks on the strap
Come get a line-up
Ran off with the bag then the
Bullets fuck yo spine up
Yeah, we on our way to the top
We gotta climb up
BabyTron, you probably see me
On a turn around
Seen I was Loub' walking made
Her ass turn around
Y'all niggas' music suck
I'ma just break it down
If you ain't bumping ShittyBoyz then
Just turn it down of course I'll still turn
Around like a roundabout
Oh, you want some shoes? Baby
What's that mouth about
Hoes yelling ShittyBoyz
That's what the shouting 'bout
You got some quiet-ass pockets
With the loudest mouth
Lots of mouth but no action
Come and do something
You gotta learn you take some
Dubs and you lose some i'm talking shit
I hit the mall and then I ain't lose once
Said that I'm broke? yeah, you tripping
Tie yo shoes up