[Intro]

Psh, bitch, huh

(Yo, Zwerega, you so icy)

Ayy

[Verse]

Mike Amiri jeans, Dior hat, bitch, I'm drippin' in the latest

Brodie hit the Backwood, now he in the Himalayas

Tried to run off with a sack, bullet hit him in the anus

Thinkin' back when I was broke, now I'm livin' life amazing

Pants full of paper, Backwood full of 'za

Better not pull up thinkin' we gon' scrap, you will die

Bitch keep sayin', "We," told her ain't no you and I

Could be celibate, this pape'll make her do a lot

If it's up, then it's stuck, ain't no gravity involved

Had to make my own plays, they wasn't passin' me the ball

I think unky inhumane, he be slappin' off the dog

She my favorite head hunter, she get active with the balls

Off-White belt lookin' like a jump rope (Damn)

Sayin' he a pit, treat him like a pup though

Only got the head, your bitch wanna fuck though

I don't get my backend, ain't comin' through the front door

Blow him like an O, he thought he could duck smoke

My bitch tellin' me stay safe, but she know I stunt though

Bitch, if you ain't blowin' dick, what the fuck you come for?

Bitch, I'm Mr. Do the Most, had to turn my thrust on

Life gave me lemons, bitch, I made paper (Yeah)

Glock and ARP, I can't stay safer (Yeah)

Couldn't do this shit without them naysayers (Yeah)

You know hoes gon' be hoes, boy, you can't change her

Go to sleep in Versace, wake up, throw some Gucci on

How the fuck that's your bitch if my dick what her coochie on?

Got a strict dress code, know I gotta throw the tooly on

Netflix and chillin' with your bitch, but it ain't no movie on

At the scam house, got a hundred jacks stacked up

Ain't no seatbelts when we in the whip strapped up

In the 'Cat deep, bitches in the back lapped up

Gang members only, you ain't that, can't get dapped up

Brodie ever fall, you know I'ma pick him back up

She ain't get her titties done, but my bitch racked up

I done touched a hundred off an MSR and Mac plus

Put him in a box, pull up thinkin' he gon' jack us (Boy)

Whole gang on, but the tee off (Bitch)

Catch an opp, we swingin' sticks, we gon' tee off (Bitch)

In Seattle, sack-chasin' like a Seahawk

All the opps broke, like, no cap, I couldn't be y'all

[Outro]

Huh, like, never though

You know it's big Dog Shit Militia, I'm the biggest shitter out, they know this shit

Boy

Yeah