[Intro: StanWill]

(It's BlueStrip, baby)

Bitch, huh

[Verse: StanWill]

He think he on business, I'ma live him where he stand

She know they Amiri, she gon' rip me out my pants

I might be a rapper, still can give the bitch a chance

I'm an orca in that water, all my opposites is clams

All my opposites is hams

My bitch look like Gina, but I still might fuck a Pam

Had to buy the fanny, money got the skinnies crammed

I don't wrestle much, but if I like her body, she get slammed

Pendant after pendant after pendant, I got three chains

Biggest-body whip, I got the Cullinan in three lanes

Got an oppy runnin' with his stick, he doin' rеlays

Brodie specialize in shootin' rappеrs like he D gangs

Mother fuck the law, go tell 'em free gang

Want the sauce, you gotta pay the cost, it ain't no free game

I'm the reason that his ho got knee pain

Chop'll get to singin' fully auto like it's T-Pain

I got so much motherfuckin' money, still want more

Ganger crashin' out like they some dummies, they on go

They say it's a joke, but ain't shit funny when you broke

Show your bitch my bank account, I bet she love me even more

I remember I was sendin' dummies in the store

Ghost a bitch and duck off in my duffy on a ho

In that water fishin', hittin' guppies with my pole

I ain't got no soul, your bitch done sucked me, now it's gone

I ain't pumpin' iron, but the buffies got me strong

Think he McFly but doggy dusty on the low

Only came around when it was sunny, they some hoes

Tell 'em wrap me up in paper like a mummy when I'm gone

We was tryna wipe it, had him runnin' like his nose

How this bitch a stripper but she runnin' from my pole?

Yopper got some kick, you know we gunnin' for that gold

He done said it's up with us, but now he duckin' all the smoke

Hm, he a ho, but I expected it

She my favorite bitch, she took the dick and she ingested it

You know if that pint ain't from the pharm', then we inspected it

Tried to guess my net worth and a milli' was her estimate

I'll pull up shootin' like I'm Petrović

He ain't got that EDD no more, shit, they invested it

You gon' fuck or what? Ain't with the messaging

Shoutout me and 'migos, I do business with my Mexicans

Rockin' Who Decides War, this bitch said, "The president"

If it's any problems, we got several blicks to settle it

Hit her on the table, I done fucked her out her element

Got more weapons than a veteran, throw me a medal, shit

In the field like a combine

They treat J like he a prince 'cause he got mob ties

Whole gang full of burgers, I'ma call 'em Five Guys

He just made a ten, I'm guessin' doggy want a high-five

Whip a UFO, the bitches think I'm livin' sci-fi

Reachin' for my neck, I be done flamed doggy lifeline

Got him wonderin' why she go MIA at nighttime?

Never gave a fuck about no rules or 'bout no guidelines

They must think he ghost writin', bro got niggas buyin' lines

Cuddy scientific, he might kill an opp with Cyanide

Sneaker shoppin', boy, it's forty-three when I go buy a size

When I hit his bitch, he played it off, I know he died inside

Had to cut into her, suckin' dick is why you got a mind

Doggy tried to pull up throwin' fits, ain't know I got a 9

Funny how I'm makin' all this paper, I just gotta rhyme

I should drop a Rollie just to tell your ho that I ain't got the time

[Outro: StanWill]

Bitch, Dog Shit Militia, you know what it is

Whole lotta gang shit, bitch

No cap, three chains on type shit

Whole lot of money on me

Bein' broke a joke, ain't a lot of funny on me type shit, you know that, though

Gang, live from the Lab

Huh, bitch