[Intro]

Militia, that's on every song

Dog Shit Militia, that's on every song

ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, that's on every song

Yeah

[Verse]

Summertime, we was pullin' up in long sleeves

All my niggas rich, she tryna fuck the whole team

If it ain't 'bout no pape', I'm finna watch the phone ring

Be done shot the lips off his face, he say the wrong thing

Heart cold, chain froze, had to drop the Goose coat

Puzzled in the coupe, I'm lookin' up like where the roof go?

Bro be scorin', he a spot up shooter, he don't hoop, though

Played her like an instrumеnt, she blew me likе a flute, though

Heat tucked, I turn Miami Beach to the FTX

Ksubis saggin' 'cause the pockets stuffed with a hefty check

Pull up on your bitch in Fendi wear, I bet she F me next

You would be done passed through this bitch, better not test me, neph'

Mike Amiris skinny than a bitch with pistol pokin' out

Joke's up, smoke him like some runtz and see who jokin' now

I ain't never voted in my life, but keep a pole around

BNB with three hoes on my balls, they think I'm bowlin' now

Bape zipped, I can't see a damn thing

Catchin' ham after ham, bitch, I'm on a scam page

You won't catch me without bread, bitch, I'm like some mayonnaise

Unky said he stuck to the cut like a Band-Aid

Huh, on the road, half sleep, got me missin' X's

Step in big-ass sneaks, these some Triple-S's

Glocky or the chop, I'm poppin' out with different weapons

Get a nigga bubble blew, I bet he get the fuckin' message

R.I.P. Virgil, it's an X on me but it's fuck my ex

Blow a hole through fuckin' brain let him touch my neck

We on Collins Ave, bitches lookin' at his jumpin' bits

All scam season long, got shit stuffed in Techs

Fightin' demons with a Palm Angel joggy on

Bitch, the scam jack not the phone you can call me on

Pretty face but I'm still fuckin' doggy, though

Take me to the ER 'cause your baby sick of all these hoes

Unc' addicted, every day, it's pop with the Wock' mix

Say it's on the floor then bro gon' clean him with the mop stick

Never been the type to cop a plea, I go and cop sticks

Bape hoodie for seven but the Gucci flops six

I'm too busy touchin' pape', you won't see me in no party

Gotta know I got the face if you see me with your darling

Threw hibachi on my plate if you ever see me starvin'

Keep a Glocky on my waist 'cause niggas thinkin' I'm a target

[Outro]

Yeah, ShittyBoyz

(Real ShittyBoyz shit, she gon' fuck 'cause the ShittyBoyz lit, dumbass)

(That's what you gotta know)

(Yeah, though)