[Intro]

Whole lotta gang shit, man, whole lotta gang shit

Y'all know what it is, y'all know what the fuck type time I'm on

Yeah, real ShittyBoy shit

Bet not say it's up, hmm-hmm, yeah (This is Fate, right?)

[Verse]

Bet not say it's up, or I'll put the gang on your head, make it hard to maneuver

Brodie be scoring, any time he send a shot, ain't no way niggas guarding my shooter

I ain't got feelings for bitches, I bought me a Goose 'cause it feel like my heart in the cooler

Looked at my pendant and damn near went blind, I told the bitch she gotta pardon my jeweler

Told your bitch, "Walk," she using her feet if she ain't on her kneecaps

I could be blind as a bitch, I promise to God I'ma see racks

I was inside walking? Never, you always saw me where the street at

In Cali' at Beni', hibachi the only place I ever eat at (No cap)

She hopped in the Sprinter and turned to a runner (Haha), yeah

I'm in the kitty, gon' burn me some rubber

I made it out, but I learned from the gutter

Pop out with Glocks, let it burn like I'm Usher

Promise if you left me hurt, you gon' suffer

Pop at his top, watch him burst like a Gusher

It's cold in the streets, bullets burn through his puffer (Brrt, brrt)

(ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Milita, man, you know what the fuck going on, let's get it)

Thumbing through money then caught arthritis

Think we gon' fight? You gon' talk to the Highest

Caught me a play while I'm off in the islands

My bitch don't get flowers, I bought her some diamonds

I don't know if she gon' fuck 'cause I'm up or focus on me (I don't even know)

She made you pay for the pussy, I bet you I fuck for the free (Got that bitch for the freeball)

He tryna find out some shade, he know ain't no ducking the heat (Nigga hiding in the shades, tryna duck shit)

Tell him go find all his marbles, he thinking he fucking with me (Nigga lost his motherfucking marbles)

Hopped in the spaceship, I'm thinking like, "Where in the fuck is the key?" (What the fuck?)

Only time I'm ever in the set without dragging me a bag is when I walk in (Hold on, run that shit back, run that shit back, run that shit back)

Hold on, what? (One more time, one more time, one more time)

Only time I'm at the set without dragging a bag is when I walk in (Haha, no cap)

They could chop both the feet off my legs, I bet you I'm still on all ten

They could chop both the feet off my legs, I bet you I'm still gon' be stepping (Stepping on shit)

They need to make a new coin, my bitch ain't a dime 'cause she an eleven (On God, she cold)

I seen him ball up a fist, he opened his eyes and he was in Heaven (He died)

Look at my future, I bet you see greatness, I swear this shit feel like it's destined (Look great)

(Motherfuckers know I been born the G.O.A.T., for real, no cap)

I'm with the Dog Shit Militia, you know that

Flash on the stick like I'm shooting with Kodak

He in his feelings, might be where his ho at

Woke up this morning like, "I wanna blow racks"

Talking 'bout dogshit, he can't even show that

My bitch so cold, where the fuck is her coat at?

Rocking the boat with your bitch, finna row that

If it ain't Quagy or Wock', we don't pour that

We catch him out, off his top, nigga, no hat

Skinny as fuck, know my pockets, they so fat

We do not talk to the cops, we ain't no rats

I break her heart after I break a ho back

I'll have lil' bro slime you out, swear he so slatt

Took me a trip from the floor, where the O at?

Bougie lil' bitch never been where it snow at

Hop in the AMG, know I'm gon float that

Unky addicted, he like, "Where the four at?"

Why you got sticks if you know you won't blow that?

Counting up racks, finna shoot where some more at

We get the drop, you know we where the dough at

Pop out with weapons, they knowing we don't lack

Niggas ain't cut from my cloth, you can't sow that

[Outro]

Huh, yeah

ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, man

You know what the fuck going on, you know that's on every song, man

Real ShittyBoy shit, she gon' fuck 'cause the ShittyBoyz lit

But you know that, yeah though