[Intro]

(Good looking for this, Cali)

Whole lot of gang shit, man, y'all on a whole lot of lame shit, man (Jay Lapp, talk to 'em)

Big Dog Shit Militia shit, you know what the fuck goin' on, man (Dog Shit Militia, Dog Shit Militia, bitch)

[Chorus]

Hoppin' out the coupe with fifty on me (Shit)

All I know for certain is I got the blicky on me (Brrt)

Pop up on him for that shit he owed me (Yeah)

Slide around with Drac', you know this shit get sticky, don't it?

I just want the top, we ain't finna fuck (Nah)

Thirty in the Glock, twenties in the buffs (Bling)

Crack a pint of Wock', pour it in a Crush

Gettin' to that guap, bitch, I'm in a rush (In a rush)

[Verse 1]

Funny how I get a lot of hoes, but I don't get you hoes

You ain't chasin' pape', then I don't know what type of shit you on

Blower on my hip, boy, playin' crazy, that'll get you blown

All these horses in my muscle car, you know the whip too strong (Skrrt, skrrt)

Ain't nothin' switchin' but the Glock (Brrt)

Open up my DM, hundred bitches on my cock

Keep a sleeve on me when it's hot

Unky want the Tech, for now, he sippin' on the Wock'

I can't sit still, I'm the motion man

I got all these hoes in my drawers like a homeless man

Back when I ain't have that shit, they ain't notice Stan

Now it's icy buffs, designer kicks, boy, you know it's Stan (Bling, bling)

[Chorus]

Hoppin' out the coupe with fifty on me (Shit)

All I know for certain is I got the blicky on me (Brrt)

Pop up on him for that shit he owed me (Yeah)

Slide around with Drac', you know this shit get sticky, don't it?

I just want the top, we ain't finna fuck (Nah)

Thirty in the Glock, twenties in the buffs (Bling)

Crack a pint of Wock', pour it in a Crush

Gettin' to that guap, bitch, I'm in a rush (In a rush)

[Verse 2]

Bitch used to ho me, now I'm in them guts

Ain't no money on the floor, then I'm gettin' up

All that cappin', he be in the booth fitted up

Funny how your mans wanted smoke, now he in a—

Okay, alright, now he in a blunt

Talkin' spicy with my ice on, your bitch finna munch

Got a hundred .223s, boy, I ain't just spinnin' once

Only me and bae, we spent four hundred just on gettin' lunch

Gotta know the blick in my everyday attire

Ice 'em like I'm Gary, boy, you know I ain't a fighter

Said we gettin' married, but this bitch know I'm a liar, huh

[Verse 3]

Ridin' with a ten ball in my bitch tote bag

I ain't dead, but the Off-Whites got a toe tag

I done threw a twenty and a forty like the Rose bag

I just scammed the fuckin' opps' granny with her old ass

[Chorus]

Hoppin' out the coupe with fifty on me (Shit)

All I know for certain is I got the blicky on me (Brrt)

Pop up on him for that shit he owed me (Yeah)

Slide around with Drac', you know this shit get sticky, don't it?

I just want the top, we ain't finna fuck (Nah)

Thirty in the Glock, twenties in the buffs (Bling)

Crack a pint of Wock', pour it in a Crush

Gettin' to that guap, bitch, I'm in a rush (In a rush)