[Intro]

Huh, yeah

Slide down and strike first like I'm— bitch

Slide down and strike first like I'm— yeah

(Stupid Dog, I ain't gon' lie, this bitch hard)

Bitch

[Verse]

Slide down and strike first like I'm Cobra Kai

Dirty pop and a zip of Runtz, boy, you know I'm high

Cuz throwing fours, know some Bloods out here throwing fives

Sometimes to win, you gotta gamble, pussy, roll the dice

Bitch, I'm at the nino with the high-rollers

Tripping over hoes? No, I'm balanced like a tightroper

Touch a pendant, boy, your life over

Dog Shit Militia, slide down, take out five soldiers

Ain't a snake, but I'm cold-blooded

Twelve hours straight, you ain't really out here road running

Overnight, through the air, bitch, the 'bows coming

Cut up into dog like, "Why you looking like you stole something?"

What's in your pockets? Better empty 'em

I ain't like the Gucci flops, I had to Fendi 'em

Rollie time, brodie told Hutch to come and Presi' him (That's that big face, bitch, lil' stupid boy)

Doggy ran off, I can't say what I'ma do to boy

Gotta play Wes, gotta fuck around and shoot to joy

Cartier buffalos on like I'm Juice Leroy

Shooter on a killstreak, might see a damn nuke deploy

Fuck the haters, boy, I know it hurt they soul to see me win

I can do a verse, sixteen, that's an easy ten

I can tell them buffs kudos with them cheesy lens

Got on Vlone, but please don't think we friends

Doggy dropped a bag, got some greasy hands

Sneakerhead, ain't you see the trunk full of Yeezy, man?

Jugg tour, head came to me, that's an easy ham

3 AM, made a light dub, did my sleepy dance

I was off a three of Wockiki

Chops with me, finna drop the tint, pray the opps see me

Own ten in Greenfield, finna go and drop Fiji

Can't go out bad in the verses, I am not Jeezy

Brodie on the roof, he just popped pill two

Finna go and blow the Presi' out, Tron Wilkes Booth

Brodie hitting shots from the corner, he got skill too

Dog was with his main mans, he got killed too

Sad story, can't be us, bitch, we keep 'em round

New jack city, all these phones, feel like Nino Brown

You ain't got no plays, I got three lines beeping now

Talking 'bout a foreign, but your car don't even growl (Yeah)

Late night riding, late night thinking

Fuck champagne, celebrating, we be pint drinking

In the sunlight or when it's dark, see the ice gleaming

OT, cops flick me, told 'em I was sightseeing

Unky in the mountains, no street lights, he high beaming

Japanese steak, told 'em make sure that the rice seasoned

Or I'ma smack the shit out the chef

Dog shit, dog shit, they pissed that I left a mess

[Outro]

Huh, ShittyBoyz

Huh, huh, they pissed that I left a mess

Dog Shit Militia, you know what the fuck going on

Smack the shit out the chef

Told 'em make sure that the rice seasoned

Out of town, he be high beaming

Bitch, yeah