[Intro]

(Mm, Ma—)

(Sune, what the fuck?)

[Verse 1: TrDee]

Bought a new chop like who tryna beef?

Bitch always gettin' on my nerves, make her hard to keep

Out late like a bat, tryna find the street

Couldn't leave the game if I wanted, man, I'm in it deep

[Verse 2: BabyTron]

When I'm pourin' red, it ain't Solo cup

Bitch, back back, all you do is fuck my mojo up

Comin' from a skit, make sure that the stolo tucked

Rivington button-up, nah, this ain't Polo, punk

[Verse 3: StanWill]

Bro gon' face a opp 'til ain't no more puffs

Long stroke doggy bitch, made his ho go nuts

I'm with ten hoes in a four-door truck

AR with the scope, I can shoot from the logo, bum

[Verse 4: TrDee]

Shootin' from the logo, guess it's Dame time

You be holdin' whenever it's pressure or it's game time

Hate when niggas steal styles, made me change mine

Baby, turn around, let me smack that like Akon

[Verse 5: BabyTron]

Lil' Fuzz got a lot of green, Draymond

Lil' Fuzz got a lot of green, Rajon

I think I work on cars, your lil' bitch got a paint job

Shit, you just another Bubbles, bitch boy, I'm Avon

[Verse 6: StanWill]

Catch a lil' opp and big bro him

You can't stop a ho, boy, that bitch goin'

Hit him with a 5.7, he was 6'4"

Had to tell a ho stay in her lane like that bitch Lois

[Verse 7: TrDee]

Better stay in your lane like your ass bowlin'

If he said ShittyBoyz weak, man, his ass trollin'

What you pourin' up? That's a bad potion

Heard you out here like a statue, ain't got no motion

[Verse 8: BabyTron]

I'll hit you with that two-two for that showboatin'

General manager of Geek Squad, what's a low dosage?

Your game amateur, why you want some pro coachin'?

Burberry head to toe, look like I'm at the Pro Open

[Verse 9: StanWill]

.308, it disconnect your top from your torso

Spot full of dog, you want rott' or some corso?

Ho got the deuce, but my pop got a four, though

If I catch him with some bitches, then my opp gettin' more than hoes

[Verse 10: BabyTron]

If we held our wrist up, you'd thinkin' we speakin' Morse code

If I showed you what I was totin', you'd think it's Warzone

RIP Scam, it's shit only him and the Lord know

You need to go play in center since you always bored, ho

Bitch, you ain't got no pull like the door broke

I'll send your lil' bitch home with a sore throat

Face card fire, but my lil' bitch from the North Pole

I don't got the key for the bread, it take a door code

[Outro: BabyTron]

ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia

This ain't even a Bnb, motherfucker, this is my house

You hip, skip? Ayy, ayy, ayy, aha