[Intro]

With a bitch that don't know English, to the plug, I'm speakin' Spanish

(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)

(Damn, JakeSand)

Yeah

[Chorus]

With a bitch that don't know English, to the plug, I'm speakin' Spanish

Funny, if I get his drop, it's bushes where my people planted

If I ever said it's up, I just don't see it landin'

Have them killers swing his block while me and my bitch swing in hammocks

Nothin' 'bout me ordinary, you would think I'm special needs

See him out of bounds and blow that whistle, gang some referees

I be with them stompers, all my babies speakin' stepanese

Bitch can have a pulse, but that don't make her no less dead to me

[Verse]

I got 'za by the 'bow, I got top from his ho

Gang and them some lockdowns, I bet they not finna score

I don't box, I got pole, if they rock, we gon' roll

I'm a lot of things, but somethin' I cannot be is broke, hm

With a bitch named Taylor, finna fuck it swift, huh

With them taco poppers, better duck his shit, huh

I don't wanna kill him, I'ma fuck his bitch

Bitches know I'm mister get the head and get a slut dismissed

I be ballin' in this bitch like all I know is hoop

Lil' bro a walkin' bucket, all he know is shoot

When you got it, watch how many people notice you

I dropped out of college, still'll tell my fans to go to school

They like, "Where Militia at?" Huh, shit

Probably where some chicken at

Playin' with them pits, boy, you gon' get attacked

Catch him out and pop him, he need Fix-a-Flat

Cut into a ho like, "Bitch, I want your intellect"

We could shoot off dribble or shoot off the triple-threat

I don't understand him, he keep speakin' indirect

Pull some pape' up out the stash, then I left it in the 'Set

He don't get no buckets when it's crunch time

Am I touchin' paper? Do the sun shine?

Be done touched his temple, let him touch mine

Eat him up, the ARP clip longer than a lunch line

With a bitch that don't know English, my drip came from overseas

She could be the baddest, don't eat dick, then it's a no for more

Scope atop the bop, know it's a switch when brodie blow from three

He ain't battin', cuddy keep that stick like all he know is swing

With a bitch that don't know English, pop out with that Polish rifle

With them punches, I'm like Money Man, you know who hold the title

Talkin' to the mirror, I just know you got some gold inside you

Funny I rock all this Christian, I can't even quote the Bible

Bitch, Dog Shit Militia

[Chorus]

With a bitch that don't know English, to the plug, I'm speakin' Spanish

Funny, if I get his drop, it's bushes where my people planted

If I ever said it's up, I just don't see it landin'

Have them killers swing his block while me and my bitch swing in hammocks

Nothin' 'bout me ordinary, you would think I'm special needs

See him out of bounds and blow that whistle, gang some referees

I be with them stompers, all my babies speakin' stepanese

Bitch can have a pulse, but that don't make her no less dead to me