[Intro]

(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)

(Don't you know you won the lotto?)

(Damn, JakeSand)

[Verse]

Man, this bitch a head bop, boy, your bitch a head bop

Better drop and play dead, accurate with red dot

I'll turn a lemonade, Minute Maid to red pop

I'm in Gucci out in Boston, five hundred for red socks

Tour time, eleven days, I'm on my tenth stop

Shooter catch two hats a year, he workin' on his tenth top

What's a rest stop?

On the road, pedal pushin' in some deadstocks

How the kitchen full of ice but the 'Rex hot?

Hangin' with a mouse, fuck is you, a desktop?

You know if you miss, it ain't over, it's a next shot

But it ain't no tellin' when

Caught an opp out, I gotta go and visit Hеll again

Cutty sit in one spot, all he know is sellin' sin

Lil' brodiе got a foreign striker, he gon' bend the Benz

Keep it a hunnid, you can't spend a ten

Flyin' down 8 Mile, thinkin' 'bout them M's on M's

They call me the new Eminem

Playin' with the bag still, you gon' catch a win

Life a movie, I can predict the future except the end

Everything bust on the black six except the lens

Everybody want the mirror tints now

Ever since I threw 'em on, my vision clear as shit now

Get the fuck out unless you wanna hear the blick pop

I know you hear me talkin', I ain't fearin' shit, God

This is uptown, I ain't YN Jay, this ain't CoochieLand

I know you see me pull up TRX, not the Doonie van

Daily on the psilocybin, I'm the shroomie man

Why you rappin' 'bout Sak's Fifth, you shop at Zumiez, man

Switched up from the Amiris, rockin' Gucci pants

I can double up a G, I call that Gucci bands

Lil' brodie hot, fightin' the same shit that Boosie had

Lil' brodie hot, fightin' the same shit that Melly is

We'll sting him in the deep, the ARP a jellyfish

I'ma blame the Casamigos, bitches at the telly lit

Better wear you two shiestys, comin' 'round this fetty brick

Ridin' 'round with heavy shit, you can't tell 'cause the presi' tint

At Kyoto, played out the Yoshi and the Beni' shit

Lil' bitch tryna F me off the Fendi drip

Runnin' off and leave her head red like the Wendy's bitch

Extra grip on my boots, you won't catch me slip

Shit, I'm too balanced

Get money, stack money, I got two habits

That don't include my True habits

At least a deuce every day, I got a juice habit

Couldn't even lie if I tried, I got a truth habit

[Outro]

Shitty Boyz, Dog Shit Militia, long live $cams