[Intro]

If she ain't fine, nigga

(Getta Beats)

[Verse]

If she ain’t fine shit, then she ain't my shit

Every time I hit the stage on tour, they moshpit

This shit everyday attire how I rock blick

We gon' break down every door, don’t need no locksmith

Might be one-third of ShittyBoyz, but bae, I'm not shit

Not diarrhea, doggy got hit with some hot shit

DSM until my death, won't catch me hop cliques

Pull a Wally on the clock and knock him out his nine slips

Let him fuck around, he findin' out we be on nonsense

Hundreds to my hip, the stack of twenties probably 9'6"

This ho got the drop and sent the dot, we was outside quick

Better not have no sack, 'cause everybody on my side blitz

We don't never see his ass outside 'cause he got five ’fits

How my patience thin for these hoes, [?]

Put the Reaper on him, I know he can hear his time tick

Dog $hit Militia rich, you better ask somebody

Might start my own empire with these racks from Ghazi

If ain’t no blicky, ain't no me, ain’t gotta pat my body

Unky say it's fuck an SRT, he finna wrap his Masi'

All these boogers in my bezel why I act so snotty

Gen5s and some chopsticks, we don't pack no shotties

Waste management, with one call, be done whacked your posse

Got more giffies in than Saint Nick, that’s why I act so jolly

The doors on the whip suicidal

I'm lookin' in the mirror sayin', "Stan, you an idol"

Arrived at your bitch crib wearin' new arrival

I'm rockin' Who Decides War, but don't know who decide 'em

He tried to stand on business funny, I done suit-and-tie'd him

I made so many plays up in the field, could do the Heisman

If money on the floor, I might just turn into a Dyson

The motion that I'm havin' ain't got shit to do with Isaac

I hope you stacked somethin', it's gon' be a cold winter

He ain't had no luck in five years, must be a pole splitter

Ain't know I be steppin' how I'm steppin', guess my toes bigger

I'm so locked in, ain't been linkin' with 'em, got my hoes bitter

Think she like me 'cause my VVs hittin', she a gold digger

X him out for playin' with them birdies, we ain't on Twitter

He be droppin' all that garbage music, I think bro litter

He be hatin' on me, but he broke, nigga, go figure

[Outro]

Bum-ass nigga, crumb-ass nigga, bitch, Dog $hit Militia, man

Gang