[Intro]

ShittyBoyz, man, Dog Shit Militia, you know that's on every song

I ain't even gotta say too much, but know it's a lot of that and it's a lot of racks around

Fuck is you talking 'bout?

Y'all know it, yeah, yeah, huh

[Verse]

.30 in the Glock like he popped a Perc'

Slide again when we kill a opp, we gon' pop the hearse

If it ain't 'bout pape', we cannot converse

Let him ever say it's on the floor, we put the mops to work

Huh, two hunnid bucks what my pasta worth

X or a V on my back when I rock the shirt

I be card-cracking, unky lobbing work

It'll be a cold day in Hell and my opps was turnt

Bitch think I'm Bigfoot, it's just the Balenci' thangs

I feel like a toilet, Dog Shit with a pissy chain

Drunk as hell in the strip, making strippies rain

Brum-bum-bum-bum in the Glock, let the .50 hang

Or I can come titty boy, let the Nicki bang

Get them old hunnids out my face, I like Nipsey thangs (Blues)

SBDSM, boy, it's strictly gang

Seven hunnid horses to the boys, you can't flick me, gang

Christian Louboutin did the sneaks, I got rich toes

Tell a bitch this ain't a lil' blick, this a big pole

Always got some chicken on me, they think I'm a wishbone

Jake 'em like tilapia, we catch him in that fishbowl

Catch me in the BnB with six hoes

Mike Amiri got me looking homeless in these ripped clothes

BabyTron keep the diesel like he Citgo

Any function that we hit, we turn it to a shitshow

If it don't make dollars, it ain't making sense

If my mans ever go pig, turn him bacon bits

Caught a flight, we on Collins Ave' racing whips

Feeling oriental, BAPE on with a blazer, bitch

I don't like slow head, told her, "Make it quick"

Bougie with the ding-a-ling, I don't hit no basic shit

Gang'll put you in a suit, get you tailored quick

If you don't catch plays or suck dick, see you later, bitch

Bitch used to mean mug, now she get her face fucked

Threw the buffs on, told a opp get his weight up

Riding 'round with the Aubrey Graham, bitch, I'm Drac'd up

Really saving all these thot hoes, put your cape up

Put my babies on her face like some makeup

For me, shooting shots to these hoes like a layup

Do I want a Submarine' or a Datejust?

Run off with a penny, if I catch, you better pay up

I just left Hutch with some shiny shit

Everything that gang do huge, you on tiny shit

Running off'll get you popped in the heinie quick

Bro wipe his nose, all my slatts be on slimy shit

Hitman'll clean the scene on some tidy shit

Quick to up the Glocky if he pull up on some ID shit

Looking for my Saweetie, I just want a icy bitch

Step a opp out in some thousand dollar Nike kicks

He don't dress hair, gang like to split wigs

Taking hunnid dollar Wocky sips, boy, them big swigs

Swimming in the deep, grew some big fins

Splurged down Audemar, brodie look like Ben 10

All this drip up in my closet, damn near gotta swim in

Should I pop out shooting with the Glocky or the big F&N?

Shot a leg out the bopstick and had to switch lens

Wet as hell, Shitty' got 'em shitty, we some rich kids

Rolling Turtle Pie, brodie in this bitch blowed

Make her suck it fast, but she wanna fuck me slow

Jumping out the coupe, talking loose up in robes

I might tell her, "I ain't got a heart, but it's chrome"

I can't hear you 'cause my ear wire hold the phones

Glock got a flash, catch a opp, tell him, "Pose"

Wocky in the silo, bitch, we not pouring roj'

All y'all baby know is chase a bag 'til I'm gone

[Outro]

Ha, yeah, bitch ('Til I'm gone, fuck is you talking 'bout?)

Fuck you talking 'bout, man? ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia (All I know is chase a bag, for real, [?], you feel me?)

(Yeah, though, it's a whole lot of that going on)

(Gang shit, we don't lane switch, bitch, yeah, ShittyBoyz)