[Intro: StanWill]

Bitch

Dog Shit Militia (Tommy II)

Live from the Lab, live from the Lab, bitch, we live from the Lab

Yeah (313 Mafia)

[Verse 1: StanWill]

If funk ain't somewhere ballin’, then he play with girl like Josh Giddey

Huh, let me chill out, huh

Fuck the limit in the droptop, tell the cops get me

Crack the top on the Wock', drop make the pop fizzy

Get him chalked, leave him hopscotched if I pop blickie

Had his ho throw me slop top, showed this thot fifty

Step on shit in 'Lenciaga, I don’t rock Rickie

Pull up, all he heard was, "Fah-fah", now his top missing

Doggy chicken little, must've just hatched

Your bitch on my dick more than my nutsack

If she ain't draggin' wagon, I can't hump that

Niggas think I'm workin' for the feds 'cause I don’t cuff rats

[Verse 2: TrDee]

Bitch, I’m in here with the gang, run up in here if you stupid

I don't really think you ’bout it, nigga, you gon' have to prove it

I be ballin' all the time like I'm tryna get recruited

I be only smokin’ 'za but you know gang and them be booted

I might fuck around and pull up lookin' like I robbed the jeweler

You can't even fuck with me, you just be hatin', you a loser

I'ma have to smack my mans if he ever cuff a chooser

Couple hundred for the pants, a couple thousand for the shooter

I would bet the bank on us, we done left 'em in the dust

Turn his crib right into rust if he ever fuck with us

Chopsticks and Glockianas, pull up, you can pick your battle

It ain't long until I'm rich, they ride my wave just like a saddle

[Verse 3: BabyTron]

I know some scammers OT tryna find some Apples

He made a killing off of SBA's, but now his life's in shambles

Put on Marni head to toe, I'm lookin' like a mammal

When it come to school don't matter, shit, the kids a prime example

Two, four, six, eight

We sip juice by the deuce, takin' shrooms, outer space

Time to throw it in they face, pullin' blues out the safe

Probably end up underground if you don't move out the way

Every time we spilled the sauce, they tried to reenact it

Spent a twenty on some winter coats to spend the week in Aspen

Slidin' down his block, just make sure that y'all bring some caskets

I'm the type to hit the shot when I still can't even see the basket

[Verse 4: StanWill]

Doggy say he up but it ain't mad to know

I'm the founder of the wave, go get your ass a boat

I could bless a ho, bitch, go ask the pope

Pull up over here thinkin' he steppin', I'ma tag his toes

[Verse 5: TrDee]

I be poppin' tags off expensive clothes

Damn, I heard you had a short run just like Derrick Rose

I know how it feel just to wake up and not have no pros

Dog ain't even got his mind right, worried 'bout where the hoes?

[Verse 6: BabyTron]

Ho, I'm blessed and highly favored

Hit the Bay and met the plug to test out ninety flavors

And I still ain't find the right strain

All I had was hope, but you ain't know me for that timeframe

[Outro: BabyTron]

ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia

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