[Intro]

Ha-ha

Ha-ha-ha (Michigan Meech)

Duh

Shut up

Hmm

[Verse]

Pockets shitty, pendants pissy, they think I ain't potty trained

Pop the pussy, perping like it's smoke then turned them zotti strain

Mike Amiri pockets fat as fuck, they might get body shamed

Bitch, I play with pieces, I'm in-store using somebody name

Them ain't the tires, I done made yo bitch screech in the Demon

Might be a desert but I'm still looking sleeves out in Phoenix

Drop out but when it come to game, I can teach, I'm a genius

Worried 'bout my health, pockets obese and my pieces anemic

Future bright as fuck, might blind a ho, I up a crystal ball

All that fucking plan, bet militia put that shit on pause

Doggy got the wackest jumper, sent some shots and brick them all

Funny if I call my pits, I bet you don't get hit with paws

I call doggy "Skip" 'cause I'm the reason he see bae less

Ripped off my Amiris, I might give yo bitch a taste test

I'm the type to beat the odds every time they place bets

Brody strapped, he quick to pop a pussy, boy, that's safe sex

Could pull a rabbit out my hat, bitch, I be working magic

I might pull up, give him fifty like I'm Curtis Jackson

This bitch want my all but she ain't worth a fraction

We be shooting shit like Michael Bay, bitch, we prefer the action

I be going through shit, I can't go around

Mike Amiri, Marni got yo ho aroused

Say it's up with us, you know it's on the ground

I ain't fighting, with yo bitch the only time I'm going rounds

Sitting back thinking 'bout my life, this bitch beautiful

Must be dumb thinking I'm gon' fight, bitch, I'm shooting you

You ain't sucking dick? You ain't my type, Bitch, it's toodeloo

Members only, bitch, my circle tight like a hula hoop

Bro gon' catch a opp and hit his bucket, we ain't shooting hoops

Dogging out the 'Vette, they think I'm racing, how I do the coupe

I thought he was plugged in with the source, he must've blew a fuse

If I take off in this UFO, I'm going to the moon

Fuck a tour, I'm giffy tripping, took a Sprinter coast to coast

Tortoise and the Hare, remember when they said my motion slow

All this fucking water on my neck, I might just soak a ho

Rich as fuck, we tapping double cups, done made a toast to pros

We got all this bread around, I think my baby's loafing though

When Militia winning, they gon' act like they don't know the score

I done made the wave around this bitch, I see 'em rowing boats

Destined for greatness, I really feel like I was 'posed to blow

[Outro]

Bitch, Dog $hit Militia