[Intro]

Huh, huh

The kit—

My kit bling-blaow, bitch, I ball (Smiffy)

[Verse]

My kit bling-blaow, bitch, I ball on some disco shit

Would think I hit a heist, this shit came from DistroKid

I ride around with an FN Scar, this bitch'll rip your limbs

Ain't never have to ball my fist up to go and hit your bitch

Pourin' syrup in the morning, I ain't fix no grits

I upped a cannon on an opp, but I ain't get no flicks

Blues hangin' out my pocket, I ain't with no Crips

And to the ho that blew my candles out, I hope you get your wish

'Cause you deserve it, bae

Tryna count Militia out, that was his first mistake

He thought I set a bomb off but all he heard was Drac'

Pull up on your ho in UFO, we finna swerve in space

And you would think I'm Zim, I invade the spot

He makin' all them death threats, but can't make no guap

He buyin' forty phones off me, gotta wait on akh

Doggy bonе be uppin' baby money, boy, that's Play-Doh now

When I makе that line, man, I play both sides

Roll up on dog and spark his ass but he ain't no 'za

You ain't tryna pay no fuckin' money, I don't pay no mind

Start at 8, could make an eight ball before 8:05

Y'all be hangin' with a burger, how you ain't no fries?

Thirty rackies on my wrist and still I ain't on time

We been locked in all year, you'd think the gang on bond

Them must be SIs in your pendant, 'cause it ain't no shine

Shout-out Smiffy, boy, this beat got some funky vibes

Evo 3 with the titties on it, this a busty nine

Gettin' to that money, that's a must, but my bucks, he lyin'

A lil' ho just went and told my bitch that we fucked, she lyin'

Like, bae, I swear to God, I don't know that ho

What the fuck you tote it for if you won't blow that pole?

Dinner with JAY-Z or five hundred racks, I ain't gon' lie

Somebody tell Hov get his old ass on

He sick, he cuffed on a ho that go

Only want the sucky-fucky, ho, ain't no XOs

Coyotes on my ass, I be on that road

Up at Somerset lookin' for somethin' I can blow racks on

Walkin' in a million-dollar meeting with my hair nappy

I'll toss a dime to my mans, bitch, we share baddies

But all got our own pape', we don't share rackies

Cuddy on a five killstreak, might drop a care packy

[Outro]

Bitch, Dog $hit Militia

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah