[Intro]

(Hokatiwi)

Bitch, bitch, bitch

Shut up, bitch

Palm Angels on me

[Verse]

Palm Angels on the t-shirt, but them demons 'round

Bag draggin' out of Saks, finna go knock Neimans down

Waitin' 'til I fall off, it's gon' be a while

How you say you plugged with that— but ain't seen a thou'?

Hundred shots in this bitch, leave him more than tipsy

Whether it's my bitch or my whip, keep a foreign with me

We ain't takin' jump shots, ganger score with blickies

Brodie got more juice than OJ, we ain't pourin' Simplys

Dog think he safe in that vest, bet I spill his noodles

Barkin' like a pit, but he in the field with poodles

Know some Haitians out in Lil Haiti get you killed with voodoo

(And that's no cap)

Ksubi Van Winkle jeans on full of blue pape'

You be out here tryna rescue hoes, I don't do capes

It's a jungle, everybody in my crew apes

Bro rich and still'll mask up like he Bruce Wayne

Apollo, the Creed got your bitch tryna go rounds

Mr. Leave a Bitch Sick, make a ho frown

They know I always be on ten, every toe down

They know I always been a hundred, hundred shows with the clique

And I got these bitches runnin', hundred hoes on my dick

Pull up, leave his crib haunted, hundred poles in the whip

Walkin' out of Hutch comin' somethin' cold than a bitch, no cap

Shop when I land type shit, I don't check luggage

Chops in the Lam' type shit when we head huntin'

Box, you get blammed type shit, we be lead dumpin', huh

Alright, alright, come on, huh

Play with the Militia, bet them dogs put some paws on you

Where the fuck was you? I couldn't call, couldn't fall on you

It's funny now, how I ball, I'm a dog on you

One of us say it's up with dog, then we all on you

Huh, he thought he was the plug, got his cord yanked

Unky built a tolerance, he only pour eights

I think he a rat, don't let me find that court case

She ain't suckin' dick, the bitch more worthless than a Bored Ape

Talkin' big money shit, but he got nada

Two straps on me now, I don't rock Pradas

They treat me like the boss, I'm the don dada

Your bitch thinkin' I'm her baby, but I'm not Sada

Wear the Glock every day, that's my dress code

Had to go and cop the Goose 'cause my neck cold

Bro'll walk him down, get him stepped on

Blew a dub on the cough syrup like I'm Desto

Lab chain pissy, new piece tricolor

Make it run, big chop sound like thunder

Oh, he did the buffs? Mine buffer

Where would niggas be without our wave? I wonder

Woke up countin' pape', fell asleep thumbin'

I'm a visionary, all this shit I seen comin'

Never had my hands out, I ain't need nothin'

They should throw us in the X Games how my team stuntin', huh

Dog Shit Miltia (ShittyBoyz shit, whole lotta gang shit, bitch)