[Intro]

Phew (Yeah, ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, that's on every song)

Baby, it's the Fendi tee

Bitch think I'm-

Yeah (That's on every song)

Yeah (ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, that's on every song)

[Verse]

Bitch think I'm starin' at her, really, it's the Fendi tee

You ain't SBDSM, you really ain't a friend to me (ShittyBoyz)

I like blue hundreds, told the bank teller Benji me

Vacation from my bitch, for me it's a giffie spree

First things first, first class every flight

How the fuck that's your bitch? I'm with her ass every night

Big black chopper sing, call the Mag Barry White

I'm in the field catchin' plays, you can ask Jerry Rice

Evеrything I got heavy, boy, your bag very light

It's two hundred on thе dash, I'm blowin' past every light

Fuck all day, damn near paid twenty cash for [?]

Fuck Halloween, she gon' scream when I stab, every night

Heartbreaker, leave a bitch with the sad face

I done seen more butt from your bitch than a ashtray

She on my dick, but my hip where the Mag stay

In ATL drunk, I'm askin' hoes, "You want a ass, bae?"

I don't want you 'round if you ain't tryna get no bag

He ain't get no picture took when he was lookin' at the flash

Mask off, take his future, we gon' leave him in the past

I don't knuckle up, the .223s'll beat a nigga ass

He ain't tryna kill shit, boy committin' leg murder

Big Triple-S's on, need some head turners

Whole gang full of rats, y'all some fed workers

Old bitch head McDonald's, new bitch head [?]

If it's beef, drop shells, for my cheese, leave him taco sauce

On his block, if he don't duck that bitch, knock his taco off

If I can't pop you, I know TrDee'll rock your jaw

If you barkin' up the wrong tree, I promise you was not no dog

Saks Fifth daily, everybody think I work in there

Head fire, bought her new Chanels 'cause she earned a pair

Side bitch don't even ask for bundles, she got Persian hair

Auto-start the Trackhawk, the hoes thought they heard a bear

Stop rappin' 'bout your team, you ain't doin' shit for 'em

Exotic rental, Lambourghini truck, this the big foreign

Grill his ass with that four-five, this the big Foreman

Never thought that I'd be MVP when I was bench warmer

We'll turn a nigga block into a Michael Bay production

You know we comin' in with sticks if me and gang invade the function

This some fire 201, bitch, I ain't even pay for nothin'

The opps was at the club broke, I think they should've came with crutches

On my way to the top, it's my destiny

Short temper with a Glock tucked, better not mess with me

You ain't got no money, I don't care what you suggest to me

Off-White enthusiast, I always keep a X on me (Off-White)

[Outro]

Phew, yeah (Real ShittyBoyz shit, she gon' fuck 'cause the ShittyBoyz lit, dumb-ass nigga)

(Yeah, though)

(Phew, phew)