[Intro]

(Damn, JakeSand)

(Hokatiwi)

[Verse 1: TrDee]

Play your cards right

I put on my new chain, it gave me a frost bite

I put some niggas on, guess that was the boss in me

That bitch kind of bad, but she kinda walk funny

I kind of dislike these niggas music, shit weak

And what you niggas wearing, I drift, this shit cheap

That bitch'd probably come back tomorrow, it's not deep

I thought you had my back, but you dim and I peeped

I've been peeping vibes, keep yours unless it's good

I can't go to bed until I roll me up a 'Wood

We ain't gotta speak but I'ma hope you always good

He wanna join the gang, told him go rob the plug

[Verse 2: StanWill]

Counting up my blessings, bitch, I'm fortunate

Could play ARP or sting him with the scorpion

Make it disappear, your bitch a sorceress

Olympian, run 'em down with fire, bitch, I'm torching shit

Semis, fullies, Remingtons, we got morе shots than Hooters do

Barking like he bitе, I'm quick to have them killers neuter you

Say it's up with us? I'm hopin' doggy got a super-suit

Tripping in a Subaru, lil' bro and them be super through

I had Cuddy spot up on his block, you know them hoopers shoot

Your bitch say this Marni x Amiri make her cooter ooze

She think I'm the hottest out but I just play it super cool

If I call Militia, ain't no telling what my troopers do

[Verse 3: BabyTron]

Five years ago, they would've swore I wouldn't make it here

Now I got 'em facing fears, don't you see me changing gears?

Everyone that drops a hundred bullets, y'all gon' pay for tears

Made it past my patient years, there's so much fucking pape' in here

I probably blew five M's by now

My ultra Gremlin tripping, he off five tens right now, and plus they pressed up

Shit, you better grab a shield, helmet, plus a vest punk

Shotter, he don't sip no liquor, but he stuck on red rum

It was UniCC for the punches, Joker for the dumps

All these hoes from high school got strollers in the bump

My ex dead, shit, I'm finna roll her in the blunt

Got it out the mud, picture a bunch of ogres in the hut

[Verse 4: TrDee]

Squad full of shooters, y'all scary, Halloween

Watch what you say when you speaking on my team

Chicken on me now, you want a leg or a wing?

I be balling on 'em like I'm hooping for a ring

When I seen that shit, man, I was mind blown

Heard they took him out this Rollie, now his time gone

You be crying 'bout a bitch I wouldn't slide on

How you say you up and you ain't even put your guys on?

[Verse 5: StanWill]

BNB look like it's Project X with all these bitches twerkin'

All these dirty cups up in the spot, we need some dish detergent

I don't look at tax, if my bitch want it, then it's getting purchased

How she cut into to me tryna fuck, I think this bitch a surgeon

Always made the wave never did the surfing

How I'm feeling, I might buy my bitch a Birkin

You just gotta know I'm getting rich for certain

Me and ganger pull up to his venue, then shit, it's curtains

[Verse 6: BabyTron]

Double barrel, this bitch kicking like it plays for Liverpool

All it takes is point one to show you what this trigger do

This life shit simple, gotta know it's win or lose

Dog's a grade-A middle man, we call him interlude

Bro ain't throw no ones, he turned the stripper blue

East siding, me and Trapper, go ahead, let them tippers through

Glitchy on the blicky, click the button hit the switcheroo

Your name don't even weigh an ounce, boy, you Mr. Who?

[Outro: BabyTron]

ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia (Long live $cam)

(That shit universal, you know?)