[Intro]

(Jose the Plug)

Ayy

[Verse]

Burnin' up your brother's feet

We turned him to a roach, we gon' need another leaf

My shooter takin' hits like he halfback

TRX was factory, but now it's matte-black

That Cuban that he rockin' goes down to his belly button

Already knowin' that's big bro's, ain't gotta tell me nothin'

Designer headwrap on, you'd think that I'm Egyptian

We make somethin' out of nothin', you would think that we magicians

I'm withdrawing from the bank, I'm withdrawing from the drank

You the type to finally start to run it up, fall on your face

They don't know when I'ma slow down, LBJ

(They don't know when I'ma slow down, LBJ)

Boy, that was 2020, please don't try to sell me Kanyes

Alex Moss, I'm out in NYC like, "Fuck an Eliantte"

When the team on your back, it ain't no room for error

Dog a rookie in that mask, yeah, he new to terror

Jasmine and Aladdin, flyin' with my bitch

I'm an addict, I got habits, need another sip

I need another six, shit, I need another zip

Thought cuddy was done trappin', but he need another brick

You gotta know these hoes ready to play another 'script

Let me hear it's up, shit, it's cool, I see above the rim

Tron an orca, can't relate, these hoes love the shrimp

I can put him in position, but it's up to him to win

How I got a hundred sons?

I still ain't shot the club up, you got a hundred ones

You in the club lookin' dumb, this a honey bun

Bein' broke is a joke, I can't relate, I'm one-of-one with your lil' funny butt

You the type to have your ear on the grapevine

I'm the type to— frrt, frrt, past the state lines

He noddin' off a three of Karo, he noddin' off a three of hit juice, boy, that's a fake high

Shit, I'm quick to leave the function, I can't stand a fake vibe

A fan caught me in the elevator, had to say, "Hi"

I ain't worried 'bout the 'Gram, shit, it's stack some pape' time

Brodie tryna dodge the K, now his bag in Trey 5s

You done took twenty-somethin' L's straight, you a Piston

As long as I'm on Earth, at the best, you assistin'

They like, "Tron, you locked in, what the fuck, is you in prison?"

Just in October 2023, I blew a ticket

Feelin' like the fuckin' Matrix, close my eyes, I'm doin' digits

Tryna fit in out of town, I'm strollin' in the newest Civic

Turn that bitch to a snapback, we tryna shoot his fitted

Pull up, everybody— fah, fah, they don't know who done hit him

R.I.P. lil' Mauri

If you say his name, gon' hit your block and throw a pistol party

Bro was seventeen, up a fifty

Play with me, fill my Glock 17 up with sixty

[Chorus]

I was underdog, I gotta overdo it

Lieutenant Tron on frontline, but got my soldiers shootin'

I was underdog, I gotta overdo it

(I was underdog, I gotta overdo it)

I be high, high, high, high, high, high, high, high, high

I be high, high, high, high as hell, this ain't no sober music

Dog Shit Militia, bitch, I know you hear the motor barkin'

Akhi pulled up shootin' at the crowd, ain't even know the target

[Interlude]

Fah-fah-fah, fah-fah

Prrt

Hey

Hey, hey

[Chorus]

I was underdog, I gotta overdo it

Lieutenant Tron on frontline, but got my soldiers shootin'

I was underdog, I gotta overdo it

(I was underdog, I gotta overdo it)

[Outro]

ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, long live $cams, you know?