[Intro: Taylor Dayne]

Do you know how lucky I feel I am

To find a man who loves me as I am? (It's Hokatiwi)

You never try to change a single part of me

[Verse 1]

Thousand dollar meal, I can't read what the menu say

Calamari, oxtails, and some crème brûlée

Never under-achievin', we N-U-A (Never, never, never, never)

Played out the ARP, this a M16

Got the pint at 10:00, drank it all by 10:16

That's a line a minute

When cuddy step into that kitchen, he ain't fryin' chicken (Nope)

Loose leaf, Slapwood, I'll play both

Ironic, it's a ghost gun 'cause this bitch'll make ghosts

Sеventh game, I ain't choke, you should sit and takе notes

Fucked around, did the Wock' slush, it left my brain froze

Said you poured a eight, bro, must be all Karo

Wake up, tote banana clips off the Bape row

Sweat them boys two times, think the series eight-O

Probably think the S, "sport," but it stand for space mode, this a UFO (Nyoom)

In the whip, doin' shrooms, that's a boombox (Damn)

DFE, catchin' plays in the boondocks

At the line, down one, two shots (Yah)

Guarantee I hit both, shit, who not?

You the middleman, sold bowls, never grew crops

They ain't even competition, think I need some new opps

Cut into your bitch, had her oozin' like a juice box

Turnin' in my Apple products, I can't let the fruit rot

[Bridge]

(Hey)

Banana clip hangin' out longer than a tube sock (Brr, ah, ah)

In my zone, off a six, got a pocket full of guwop (Hey)

Cuddy on the run 'cause he missed arraignment

I'll take the blick and aim it, point it at your whip, and paint it

Everybody hatin', now they lovin', went from Chris to Raymond

ShittyBoyz, DogShit Militia (ShittyBoyz)

[Verse 2]

Lew Alcindor, got the fiends on the block hooked

Streets ain't safe, 'fore you cross, gotta stop, look (Look)

Take my buckle, hit tush, he just got whooped

Doggy tried to run off with the bag, got a chopped foot (Come here)

I don't play games, gotta act a vision

Why you worried 'bout a M? You ain't had a half a ticket (You haven't)

Let alone, a hundred K, it's a stack in different

Never me, you would give up tryna pass a mission (Where?)

Yeah, I see your new kicks, they the last edition

Don't even worry 'bout my craft, I'm masterin' it

Masked up with it, bro gon' rob on Halloween

Blended in so clean, they ain't catch him on the scene

Trick or treat, choose wisely (Dummy)

At your door, two of us in two shiesties

Do you really think I give a fuck who likes me?

That is not my income, told Dee if he missed the three, I'ma tip dumb

Uh-huh, bitch, I'm rollin' up a big blunt

Oh yeah, the last tough guy? This some him runtz

Still ain't made a fifty ball? Time to give them trips up

Time to make that call, valet, pull the whip up

DSM, playin' with them pits, get a bit butt

Pause, that was a bit much, but I don't give a fuck

Shooter like a drunk ass salonist, fuckin' wigs up

Tried to keep the kid underground, I had to dig up

How you gon' judge a book before you read the prologue?

Tellin' fairy tales that we cool, I don't know dawg

Rest of my life, it's all show (Yup), no talk

White buffs, look like Hutch hit me with a snowball

In a foreign car, roof down with the doors ajar

Punch that I got clerk, won't see the scoring card

It really hits my soft spot when I pour the heart (Ah)

Ever try to fix somethin' and been short a part? (Man)

Ever try to break somethin' then it wouldn't fold?

Same DNA I got up in my fuckin' bones

Touchdown OT with gang, I couldn't come alone

In a Sprinter with some bowls, we gon' spend the summer blow

We spent all year geeked

You say I ain't talkin' good? Then your ears weak

Can't afford to miss a flight, I had to pay that clear fee

ShittyBoyz, long live $cam