[Part I]

[Intro]

FTP Records, sign or die

Ayy, ayy, ayy (Signin' or die)

[Verse 1]

We'll turn his SUV to a bicycle

Chain so froze that these hoes formin' icicles

Got a plug on dog food, but we don't buy kibble

Better get a 40, boy, them lil' 9s tickle

Your bitch like Bubble Bass, she tryna bite pickle

Thinkin' you a big dog, you gon' die little

I can drop a fifty-piece in less than five dribbles

Black mask, white buffs, yeah, the rights civil

Caught him wintertime hangin' like a candy cane

Sweet-toothin', old-school with the candy paint

Got a white boy who pull up shootin' like he Danny Ainge

Off two tres in Indi' likе I'm Danny Granger

Man, you hoes be thе strangest

Switchy to his whip, now that bitch needs some maintenance

The money that you prayin' on some shit I leave the bank with

Man, them both sides trippin', I need three replacements

Caught a play downtown at Aretha Franklin

Shootin' tracers, but we're not leavin' traces

Tryna catch a vibe to the beat, keep it playin'

Outer space off the shroomies, finna leave Uranus, pause

You follow trends and laws

Real dog, I'll make a bitch beg, then crawl

Drip so ridiculous, even a ten on drawers

Make a thirty of a verse, then a ten off fraud right after

Scammin' with some site hackers

You the type to make a fifty, thinkin' you got life mastered

When the heat gets applied, you can watch the ice shatter

Every other day, I'm startin' to see the flight pattern

In the jungle with a stick like I'm Rambo

Brodie fightin' case after case like he Malvo

Told your bitch to give me head, Al Snow

Up that little deuce-deuce, gon' let a fifty-cal blow

Leave him in the whip if he snitched on my— (Shh)

Fake ID for the check, it say Jack Jones

You would think a clear sale goin' on, we tag toes

Told you everything I was gon' do, like, why you mad, ho?

You ain't have to leave, you ain't have to switch

Internet thuggers trollin', go and grab the glitch

Know the game like the back of my hand, analyst

Truck on me, tank premium just like my cannabis

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

Fuck The Population

FTP shit

[Bridge]

Fuck The Population

Sign or die

Hah

Sign or die

[Part II]

[Verse 2]

Gotta know it's do or die

If a opp see us, he gon' prolly commit suicide

You gotta know it's do or die

How I stand on the business, shit, I need a suit and tie

My shooter legendary in that mask, Rip

At the bottom of my bag like the last chip

Chains got me froze, I'ma need some ChapStick

Belt-to-bottom season, boy, don't get your ass whipped

They can't keep up with the kid, like, ready, set, go

Lil' bitch irritatin', I already said no

When it come to blitz, all black on the dress code

DSM, throw it up, I guarantee we fetch bones

Never did I follow trends, I was known to set tones

Finna get some voodoo dolls for all my ex-hoes

Was gettin' high scores 'cause I was takin' all my tests blowed

Told a bitch put her head down, ain't with the XO's

Bitch, how the fuck is you real and your titties done

I done went on tour before tours on them giffy runs

Glockiana with the switch, now it's a minigun

Ask where the spaceship from, Area 51

Ask a bitch, "If I fall, will you pick me up?"

ARP an Uber driver, had to lift him up

Think you up as the kid, you just a silly fuck

ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, long live $cam