[Intro]

Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat

Uh-huh, uh, uh-huh (Brrt, brrt), ayy, uh, yeah (Whew, whew, whew, whew)

[Verse]

I'm on '94, in a '55, doing double that

Catch the opps Moncler and pop him like some bubble wrap

If I hand it off to gang, I know he won't fumble that

What he tossing in the club, I know I can double that

Nah, I can't triple that, tah, uh

I should start detention, all my bitches bad

Louis V duffel like a toilet, got some shit in that

I ain't got no mo'fucking balance, bitch, I trip in Saks

I'll tell a bitch it's that

Anytime I look into a mirror, bitch, I see the shit

Counting blues while your bitch blew me, I must be a Crip

Glocky tuck in on my Mike Amiri's, know you see the blick

Funny if that bitch ain't eating dick, I tell her, "Eat a dick"

He ain't your mans, he on split poles

Back-to-back rounds with this bitch left my dick swole

Ain't no zippies 'round, ganger smoking off the big 'bow

Looking like a hobo in these thousand-dollar ripped clothes

Only hit the coldest bitches

I don't even gotta pop my shit, the bitches know who winning

Hitman'll clean the scene up, you won't know who did it

ADD, we can't sit still, we in motion with it

Yeah, gotta know the blick next to me

Ganger rich, BabyTron counting shit next to me

You ain't SBDSM, you can't sit next to me

I ain't hit your bitch, boy, I got big neck, dummy

Speaking out his neck, .223's left his chest open

Closet like a ocean, I step in and get to breaststroking

He ain't really tough, he just be acting like he Seth Rollins

Shooter think he Virgil, catch a opp and put a X on it

Closet full of letters like I'm tryna learn the alphabet

Funny how the Fendi's match the grade I got in calculus

Unky pouring potions in the lab, he like a alchemist

Set the bullies him, all my dawgs be on some alpha shit

.40 on me, I could make the honor roll

When these niggas take the shift, the only time they got a rose

He can make a fucking milli', long as unky got a stove

All these tees, all these cannons, looking like I'm 'bout to pose

Huh, brodie move a Xan, he don't know Jake

Did the dash in the newest Bronco, feel like O.J

Bitch sent a paragraph, I replied with, "Okay"

Getting fast money, couldn't do this shit the slow way

Huh, I like bitches who like bitches

Waving sticks, the wind making wishes with these bitches

Need to go to church 'cause I be sinning in my Christian's

Guarantee that any shot you missing, I can swish it

All I hit is cold shit

Should I use my SkyMile or should I road trip?

Should I drop another chain or do the froze wrist?

In Miami, hitting cold bitches, getting homesick, huh

Gang came Crocs, had to do the Foam Runners

We ain't stripping through this bitch, but all my babies pole clutchers

I'm a jackrabbit, shit talking, pretty ho fucker

Never had a job interview, had one on No Jumper

Huh, this the shitty season

They like, "Stan, when you finna drop?" I know the city need it

Boy, don't up that ten-piece nugget, I can fifty-piece it

Bitches phony, through the tinted buffies, I can really see it

Thinking, why the fuck I got knuckles? I am not a fighter

Gucci sweater on my body, this a lion, not a tiger

201 Benz scorching, I could slide and start a fire

Say it's up with gang and them, I bet you I can take it higher

[Outro]

Bitch, ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, that's on every song, whew, yeah