[Intro]

(Ooh, Stan, turn me up) Yeah

Bitch (ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, that's on every song, huh, yeah)

Huh, yeah (ShittyBoyz, ShittyBoyz, ShittyBoyz)

[Verse]

If pressure make diamonds, when it's over, I'ma be a gem

I could go blind, shit ain't stopping me from seeing M's

Bitch caught be cheating once, fuck it, I'ma cheat again

Waking up and not chasing money? That should be a sin

Luke Skywalker couldn't force me to love a bitch

Hotter than a stove when I'm riding through the oven Mitt

CPN fire with this bitch, I just summon whips

Scorching in the rental, hundred giffies and a dozen blicks

Hutch did the kit, fuck a new jeweler

I be toting cannons in thе mall like a YouTuber

Lil' bro be upping bluеs, funny he a soo-wooper

Team player with yo bitch, me and Dee gon' choo-choo her

Masked up in yo hood like I'm Dr. Doom

It's a tech or Off-White Nike if I rock the swoosh

Everybody on my team score, we be lobbing oops

If I hit her with a follow back, know I'm knocking boots

If I'm above gang, I ain't winning till our bag equal

Punch, slide, scam, trap, all my niggas bad people

I X him out, play with metal like I'm Magneto

Rocking out with Dracs, four deep like our ass Beatles

Brodie high as hell, eyes red in that Red Eye

Better keep yo hands to yourself, we let lead fly

Bro was in school with the Cookie like that nigga

Gang boxed the stu' with exotics, got me head high

Thousand dollar steps at a time, I'm just living life

Seeing how yo bitch cheating on you, I can't get a wife

Looking like a plumber, anywhere I go, I'm with a pipe

Wipe my ass with a blue strip, this the shitty life

Embosser, MSR, and Deezy Printer, them my scam tools

Reaching? That's a gamble, boy, you better off on Fan Duel

Since a snot nose, was never worried 'bout no damn school

Jumped in the deep, grew some gills and I swam through it

Mary had a little lamb chop, what my bitch eating

Nike tech, the Goose X Amiri when it switch seasons

If I up the rackies on her, bet yo bitch'll lick penis

Apple jack stacking, fuck a job, bitch, rip Steven

Gang pouring thousand dollar cups, I'm with rich junkies

Only time I'm ever on my ass is when I shit, dummy

She ain't have no Black Rock today, got my bitch grumpy

Big shitter, bitch, fuck around and had to switch undies

Everything I wear be wet as hell, it's like I'm skinny dipping

Dog Shit Militia, bitch, we probably in yo city shitting

We on Ocean Drive upping blues, got the bitties tripping

Shout-out all the heads I done cracked for 256s

If you ain't blowing dick, hit the door, I ain't got time

Only change clothes and switch hoes, I don't swap sides

I'll probably die and decompose 'fore the opps slide

Wouldn't lift the gas if you smacked me with a stop sign

Could be paralyzed waist down, still would run it up

On Miami Beach tripping, Mike Amiri button up

Ksubis stuffed with blue Benjis, boy, these bitches hugging nuts

At the bar cramming lamb chops till my stomach stuffed

I be in the lab with Glock tucked, bitch, we Blick and Morty

On a giffy trip in Tallahassee, left the city scorching

Sixty hanging out the .40, pop him like a sixty-forty

Any given night, go check the stats and see I'm really scoring

[Outro]

Stan, turn me up

Bitch, ayy

Yeah, ayy

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