[Intro: TrDee]

(Damn, JakeSand)

ShittyBoyz

[Verse 1: TrDee]

Spot jumpin' like LeBron in 2007

Niggas ain't even got a whip, that's why they always steppin'

She come back 'cause I always bless her like a reverend

Bet you that I blow up out of nowhere just like 9/11

Don't try to coach me on this shit, 'cause you was never where I'm at

Got Glockie while I'm shittin', you know I can never lack

You'll really be surprised who'd stab you in your back

Niggas think they competition, oh, they must be smokin' crack

That bitch somewhere in the blendеr, man, I left her lookin' dizzy

I'm not dyin', gettin' rich, I bеt I'm rich before I'm fifty

I could probably hit the mall and blow your salary, no kizzy

Why the fuck you talkin' crazy? You ain't even got no blickie

[Verse 2: StanWill]

Dog Shit Militia, bitch, that's on every song

You know what the fuck it is, you know what the fuck it was, you know what the fuck it's gon' be, huh

It's a hundred sticks in the whip

When I cut that blender on, I threw your bitch in the mix

Heard these buff pockets swole even though I'm ripped than a bitch

Angelina Jolie, I make my bitch get a 'script

Say I'm him, bitch, I'm hip

All these diamonds got me icier than George Gervin (Bling)

Talkin' hot until he ended up in that morgue furnace (Yop)

Get online and play with punches, I'm just bored surfin'

How she think her nigga got a bag? He can't afford Birkins

Get the lo' and load them blicks, we at his door lurkin'

Hit his ho and sent a pic', I left his core hurtin'

Mean as fuck with BBL, she can't be more perfect

All this Christian in my closet, I can make a ho worship

Goal one, make a milli', two, make a milli' twice

Diamonds multi-color in my pendant, you got Dilly ice

Left me in the cold, I bought a Goose for all them chilly nights

Me, I'm chasin' fifty M's, all brodie want is fifty pints

[Verse 3: BabyTron]

Hand-woven, huh, huh, huh, hand-woven Marni

Shit, I'm feelin' like the old Omari in these frozen Cartis

I don't pour Bacardi, I don't go to parties

DSM, when it's on the floor, I can't control the army

They'll say that they want smoke, whole time, they smokin' breeze premier

Snatch him up, bring him here, tie him up, it's torture time

On the upside of things, he ain't even borderline

Out here poppin' fake 10s, let me guess, you sort of high

Heard he get off at 4:30, we gon' camp from 4 to 5

Wrestlin' with your bitch, ain't have time to record the fight

Don't go buy it if you can't afford it twice, you cannot afford this Sprite

You cannot afford this ice, you cannot afford this life

Bougie hoes, nah, you can't afford my type

If it's beef, grab my fork and knife, huh

If it's beef, take my fork and bite

Put a payment down, board a flight, they gon' score tonight

If they pull me out and pop the trunk, I bet that's more than life

Damn near the death sentence

The hood hot, check engine

We ain't talkin', send the 308 like it's a text message

[Verse 4: TrDee]

Swear to God I'm not stressin', all year, I'm straight pressin'

New kit dancin' just like Usher, made her get naked

Walls of Jericho, boy, I be in the room back breakin'

Turned around and hit me with that head, that shit was breathtakin'

Only time you ever shot a gun was on your PlayStation

I don't give a fuck 'bout what they say 'cause niggas stay hatin'

Oreo McFlurry, Louis on black and white

[Verse 5: StanWill]

Finna crack a pint of Wallapop, go get a bag of ice

If I get the spot today, I be done shot his ass tonight

Talkin' spicy, wet him up, go get that boy a bag of rice

Think I'm Scottish, be done pulled up on him with a bag of pipes

[Outro: StanWill]

Bitch, Dog Shit Militia