[Intro]

Nyah

Huh

Mm, mm, ayy, look (Meech)

[Verse]

Bounce-back season, yeah, this life shit a trampoline (Ayy)

Soda need an oil change, like, where the fuck's a Valvoline?

Turn him to a zombie, then I'm bouncin' like a Trample Steam

See I'm making noise, I bet she shake it like a tamborine

No Chamelea, but cuddy ridin' with a bag of beans

No limit on the MasterCard, I feel like Master P

Caught him rockin' Loubs, hit his top, his head match his feet

Flyin' down Southfield, my play on Rotunda

Ho so cold, she walk around, create a tundra

Bitch asked what business cuddy in, shit, nunya

Two middle fingers, Sleeve Austin, bitch, fuck ya

Shoot it 'til it's hot, then use my gun to spark a pound of za

Told her that shе better drive likе every car around us cops

Uber ain't no whistle blitz, I had him park around the block

Shit, me and my thug dropped a six, a Barter in the pop

He can't shop until it's deals, dead broke, EMS

The only time I'm lookin' out for clearance in the TRX

I'm on 96 juggin', Novi, then GR next

Improving every day, leave the booth with new PR set

Purple got my vision blurred, you'd think it's belladonna (Bah)

Shit, I run the Mitten, from Enro to Escanaba

Why you rappin' 'bout the Galleria? Never spent a dollar

Twin Glocks meet you at the door, I guess I'm Esteban-ing

Bitch gotta spoil me, plus give me loyalty

Tryna ride the wave, I hope you got some buoyancy

You would take her serious, she just a toy to me

Rappin' like a king, but he don't even get his royalties

Trippin' up in Bape, you'd think I slipped on a banana peel

You ain't never left the state, like, tell me how Atlanta feels

Fully hit his foreign, only thing that's left a half a wheel

Glocky on me, I don't wear a cape, still the Man of Steel

Turned that Accord into an AMG

Crib so big, it got a movie theater, AMC

You won't catch me on a livestream 'less it's AMP

I'll up that drum and give him wings, it ain't KFC

Shouldn't have played with my chicken

Had to snatch neph' up, you can't play in this kitchen

Ain't no three-strike system, you get one chance

Know some motherfuckers that's a thousand, ain't got one band

Run you down and swing the stick, Happy Gilmore

They ain't think I'd do it, sold-out show at the Fillmore

Double cup of medicine, like, what I'm actin' ill for?

On the 7, let me call Rich, I'm passin' Biltmore

Drakey hold a dollar, shoot a quarter, bet it change him

Fah, fah, watch it break him down

Only when it's beneficial to him, they'll stay around (That's why I'm out the way)

'Shroom on my head, clutch stick like I'm Toadsworth

Carhartt overalls, you'd think I'm doin' road work

If they ain't throwin' salt, they tryna throw dirt

Well, it's too bad it won't work

Pull up with the .40, like a kid, tryna hit truth

But I ain't tryna hit the club, I'm tryna hit you

Talkin' 'bout he winnin', not even a tad bit

Fuck a Fight Club, blicky on me, I ain't Brad Pitt

Bean up the road with punches on some mad shit

Pull up, blowin' torch, you would think I had a dab lit

One-of-one, second to none

You would think the truck roar, no, I'm just revvin' it up

Once you cross that line, you dead to me, it ain't no resurrection

Turn him to a memory, they catch me, ain't no recollection

We just killed an opp, now let's hit Party City

Bustdown turds on the arms, you know my Cartis shitty (Nyah, nyah)

Cuddy copped a couple bricks, fuck a Bitcoin

Dog Shit Militia, ain't no barkin', be done bit boy

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[Outro]

ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia

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