[Intro]

(Ooh, Stan, turn me up)

Bitch

No cap

Wrist forty-one, wrist forty-one, bitch, my wrist forty-one

[Verse]

Wrist forty-one, cougar bitch forty-two

Told the manager in Saks I'm in this bitch more than you

Bitch foreign, drip foreign, whip foreign too

You be pourin' feelings out, I'm in this bitch pourin' juice

I don't ball hog, bitch, the clique scorin' too

Think the whip grew some wings how that bitch soarin' through

She ain't used to money, say this shit sort of new

If Militia ever call, I come equipped for the troops

Funny he was talkin' hot but now he in the urn

I ain't took no losses, all my L's stand for live and learn

He done reached for ice and got some ice, you know thesе bitches burn

I don't talk, interrogators think they in this bitch with Fеrb

Threw my Cartis on her, now your bitch a nerd

Had to turn it up a notch, ain't feel like I was gettin' heard

I pass all my babies paper like they gettin' served

He said it was beef, I brought it to him like he gettin' served

She runnin' like it's track, got his wife in the sprinter

Tried to score and got locked up, we some hybrid defenders

You know ganger gave his lil' ho a night to remember

If we catch him out in traffic, ain't swipin' a fender

Paid 'bout twenty dollars for every bite of my dinner

I might skrrt the Holy Ghost, but I'm ridin' with sinners

Know my haters mad as fuck, can't deny we some winners

Probably got more motherfuckin' chicken than Tyson got tenders

You can only show a ten with your two hands

Me and bro with two tens on a two man

Countin' all these blue bands, might get blue hands

I'm with five bitches, got the GLE coupe crammed

I don't step out 'less my 'fit at least two bands

Used to thank God for givin' me a new ham

Bet the big fully fucker make his crew scram

Only way you toppin' me is if you go get two Stans

When it come to business, got my tippy toes on it

Zotti off the shroomies, ganger hippie blowed on it

Lookin' at the 'fit, I blew like fifty pros on it

And I'm lookin' at my buffies, blew like sixty more on it

I ain't got no heart, I do these biddies so bogus

Hundred in the AR, bitch, the titties so loaded

Bro on telly with the plug like give me more potion

Guess you ain't the only fish for me, it's plenty more oceans

One night with your bitch, we need plenty more Trojans

I can't trust a bitch, you know it's plenty hoes goin'

Pull up tryna scrap, you know that semi pole blowin'

Everybody hatin' why my city so hopeless

Probably rockin' Mike Amiri skinnies, roll showin'

Petty, if you run off with a penny, bro blowin'

All this ice and paper, bitch, we lit, these hoes knowin'

Had to run it up myself, boy, they ain't give me no motion

[Outro]

(Ooh, Stan, turn me up)

Bitch, Dog Shit Militia

Man, this shit easy

Been shittin', still shittin'

Know I'm forever shittin', you know?