[Intro]

(Gavin on the beat)

Dog $hit Militia, ha-ha, yeah, bitch

Dog $hit Militia, ha-ha, bitch, yeah, okay

[Verse]

Dog $hit Militia, bitch, we tripping at the Ritz-Carlton

Every outfit I throw on, know the blick part of it

They ain't even opposition, they just dick gargling

At the club mean-mugging, in this bitch starting shit

Thirty big .308s, bet this bitch parking shit

I rock Chrome now and then but I been heartless, bitch

I be chilling in the 'burbs but my crib far as shit

Put a muzzle on them bitches if yo pits bark again

Okay, okay, huh

She like, "OMG, boy, you got stacks," she think I'm GMO

Bitch, we call that one opp Caitlyn Jenner, we know he a ho

If they think they fucking with us then they must can't see the score

Closet like a ocean, getting dressed, I think I need a boat

Every time I look into a mirror, why I see a GOAT?

Got a red light underneath the Glocky, thinking he on go

Bro infatuated with the drank, he might just pee a four

(Dog $hit Militia, fuck is you talking 'bout? Yeah, whole lot of that)

Thirty in the Glock, bitch, I'm war ready

I might throw a dub at the strip and leave the floor messy

Twenty 201s in this whip, you know I'm store ready

Brodie start his day off with a six, he only pour heavy

I knew I was finna get the neck before this whore met me

I might buy a booty for my bitch and make her more sexy

Barking in the Kitty, fuck I look like tryna floor Chevys? (Skrrt-skrrt)

This a Glock party, I told gang, "Throw yo sticks up"

Thinking that she loyal? Boy, you finna get yo bitch fucked

Stay on P's and Q's, I can't tolerate no slip-ups

Facing Turtle Pie and Tiramisu, gang got big lungs

Yeah, huh

Bitch, I'm finna blow like a IED

I won't stop hitting model bitches till I'm ninety-three

Feel like Lipton with this Glockiana, I'll ice his tee

This a Glocky with the switch attached

Do I SRT the Jeep or do I get a 'Cat? (Skrrt)

Brodie fly exotics out, he Mister Send The Pack

Took yo yearly salary and spent that shit in Saks

They couldn't fuck with me then, they can't fuck with me now

They gon' break yo lil' heart, you put your trust in these thots

I ain't even have to speak, yo bitch done jumped on my cock

It's a hunnid in this fucker, get it dumped on your block

Brodie dropped a Presidential like he fuck with Barack

Unky got the dirty baby blicky tucked in his sock

Got more weapons than the Navy, who the fuck finna box?

Brodie aim for obligadas, better duck if he pop

Hollow tip nine-milli's, that's what's stuffed in my Glock

Threw this bitch seal crack and double cups full of Wock'

Finna shoot to Fogo de, I need lunch when I shop

Had to tell her, "I ain't even tryna fuck, give me top"

[Outro]

Huh, yeah

ShittyBoyz, Dog $hit Militia, that's on every song, fuck is you talking 'bout?

Yeah, though