[Intro]

(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)

AR with the drum attached, we—

AR with the drum attached, we— bitch

AR with the— hm

[Verse]

AR with the drum attached, we a marching band

Ain't throwin' neck, she get tossed in the garbage can

Shinin' like the sun now, they wasn't in the dark with Stan

Funny he got ate with big chop when I parked the Lam'

Fuck the whole human race, I'm a Martian man

Dog Shit Militia be my troops, if I bark, they blam

2017, all I knew was write a card and jam

I been takin' off, now it's time to see how far I land

Reach for my neck, I send more shots than a bar, my man

.223'll twist your top off like a jar, my man

Fuck a granny, bitch, I ain't got no heart, I scam

I ain't got no love for a thotty, but I heart my fans

Out in traffic in that TRX, buddy car got rammed

When I upped the hitstick, was shocked how many yards he ran

Crack his egg open, doggy sweeter than a marzipan

Got more motherfuckin' green on me than a Spartans fan

Only buy that shit if it's on sale, you the bargain man

Talkin' hot, but when I caught him out, he was a harmless man

Could never chase a bitch, the only thing I target's bands

Still'd have a firearm attached if I was armless, man

Still'd run it up if I was legless, too

If you ain't throwin' neck, you might as well be headless, boo

I ain't duckin' shit but the feds and troops

All this chicken on me, you would think I got some eggs in coops

Rappin' 'bout some 'za, the only thing he blow is reg and boof

They think I'm a pirate, only thing that's on my head is loot

Cuddy say that he can't be hisself without the meds and juice

Got a little model bitch, I love the way her edges swoop

Where the fuck is Stan? You can catch him where some paper at

Fuckin' bitches, makin' money where the Lakers at

Need a big fitted, everthing he sayin' major cap

Walk 'em down in Christian, send his ass where the Savior at

Throat G.O.A.T., that's your bitch, boy, I named her that

Talkin' out his neck, how his face where them lasers at

This bitch like a live audience the way the banger clap

Doggy better duck if we bust, 'cause we aim for hats

Got the Glock, but my bitch, she'll mace his ass

State troop' flick his lights, I'ma race his ass

He ain't lock that back door up and they snaked his ass

Need an apron now for my dough or I'll bake his ass

Say smoke, I'ma roll up and go face his ass

All these Maharas in my closet, I'm a Maison addict

He ain't got a whip yet, he had to take a cab

How you want a bad bitch and you can't even pay the tab?

Feel like I'm runnin' out of time, gotta make it fast

At the same time, I'm on the run, tryna make it last

Can never chase a ho, only chase a bag

You Ninja Turtle-ass opps like to hang with rats

If the sign on the venue got my name, it's packed

Gotta know that every single person on my gang is strapped

Big fully, bet I Swiss cheese when I'm aimin' that

R.I.P. $cams, might go to his grave and give gang a jack

Bitch, Dog Shit Militia