[Intro]

Damn J, this you?

Damn J, this you? Ha, yeah

Real ShittyBoy shit and she gon' fuck 'cause the ShittyBoyz lit, but you know that though, yeah

How you gon' ride the wave, but you ain't even learn to surf?

How you gon' ride the wave, but you ain't even learn to surf?

You ain't even learn to surf, ha

Like, how though? Yeah

[Verse]

How you gon' ride the wave, but you ain't even learn to surf? (How?)

Keep me a blick, he threw him a fist and he earned a hearse

Gang and them blowing exotic whenever, they burn the herb (Whew)

Cup full of Julio, I'm in the studio slurring words (Fuck)

If I pull up on your bitch and the kitty, it's guaranteed I get the cat (Skrrt)

Closet by Christian and Virgil and Gucci, my wardrobe be looking like Saks

Turning my opps into Ronald McDonald, I'm painting they face with the MAC

Funny she want me to play with her titty, she know I be playing with racks

Why you be posting with blicks and you don't even shoot nobody? (Why?)

Dog Shit Militia, we shitting and we don't even use no potty (Whew)

You tryna box? I'll put you in one, since you saw Roddy (E-er)

Your bitch elite with the head, pulled up and got blues off sloppy

All of my kicks and my belts be designer, I'm looking like Cobra Kai

Pop out like 007, I'm stealthy with blicky like GoldenEye

They told me life was a gamble, so fuck it, you know I'm gon' roll the dice

Pull up in demons and Wraith's, the gang be looking like Poltergeist

She wanna fuck on a scammer, so I pulled up in a Dodge and rammed her

Everything I do amazing, I think they hate 'cause [?] a standard

Stepping on fire and your baby a dummy, he finna box the hammer

At Benihana, when I get Hibachi, the only time I'm using chops with manners

Pop out on fully on fullies, if you say it's up, then we getting active quick

Bitches ain't shit, I bet you she fucking in gang just 'cause we got faster whips

She saying she finna leave, I told her, "That's cool, it's always a badder bitch"

Out in Miami, I'm tripping with chicken, I'm showing the hoes how the rappers live

Better think twice, you won't think again if this .308 hit your melon

Grab a umbrella if we at the club 'cause we finna rain the section

Shot at your baby, if you slime for him, you catching the same injection

Sliding with sticks, masks, and ice like gang and them playing with Gretzky

Baby, no cap, I'm married to money, I'm telling the bitches you can't arrest me

Real as it get, a hunnid through all situations, could never let fame infect me

Thinking, "Do I wanna bust that bitch down?" and say fuck it, the one with the plain or Presi'?

Counted the fifty by hand and sat back, looking like, "Damn, ain't it sexy?"

[Outro]

Whew, yeah

ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, that's on— (Fuck)

Haha, yeah