[Intro]

Yeah, ShittyBoyz DogShit Militia, that's on every song

Bitch

Yeah, ShittyBoyz DogShit Militia, that’s on every song

(Gavin on the beat)

What up, Gavin?

Phew, yeah

[Verse]

Four figure 'fit, bet your bitch let me smash with passion

Russian rifle with the scope and a flash attachment

Last night, I met the realest bitch but her ass was plastic

You won't catch me shootin’ ones, I be blastin' gadgets

Gang swingin' sticks, lookin' like the Negro League

Pockets fat as hell, bitch, I'm touchin' CeeLo green

You would think I pulled the stick up out of BO3

Think I'm beefin' with the Wimpy Kid ’cause he don’t see no cheese

I stab the Hellcat and leave the street black

Keep back, boy, this bitch'll blow you out your sneaks, Jack

Three flat, run into the pape’, might break a kneecap

Three racks on a 'fit, I know your bitch gon' peep that

Catch him out in traffic—, leave his Honda vacant

Whole gang full of stars, we a constellation

Double coffee cup up in the club, bro ain't tryna waste it

Big shitter, I ain’t never had no constipation

We can't chit chat unless cash the topic

Black Chrome hoodie, black Amiris, thought my ass was gothic

Slide down and up the big fucker, it get catastrophic

Space X, I'm in the spaceship tryna stash the rocket

Heard another nigga hatin', bought a new pole

You ain't even steppin', why the fuck do you got shoes on?

Flick to sports mode, skrrt-skrrt, now the coupe gone

ShittyBoyz DogShit Militia, don't get pooped on

You won't catch me in the club 'less I'm in the section

Ain't believe in [?] Triple S's

XD, Glock, or chop when I pick a weapon

I ain't playin' Fruit Ninja but I bet I split his melon

I'll pop his ass by myself, don't need no stunt double

I be with some flashy motherfuckers, we don't stunt humble

I know Unky pourin' Wocky if his coffee cup double

I be tellin' hoes to bring a friend, I only fuck doubles

On some chill shit, five hundred on a dinner plate

On some chill shit, in the Kitty doin' figure eights

On some chill shit, bitches know who got the bigger pape'

On some real shit, ain't suckin' dick, it's the blender, bae

(On some real shit, ate a hundred on a field trip)

How the fuck she blow me like a candle but I'm still lit?

Why the fuck I keep a toolie on me but don't build shit?

Your bitch cheatin' with me, you be thinkin' she a real bitch

Everything you say up the booth, I know it's fairy tale

Boy, you know that bitch stay by my side like I'm [?]

2022, I'm finna stack a dub for every L

Know a couple rats inside your clique, y'all lookin' very twelve

Life like a toilet, niggas pissed 'cause that shit on me

Every whip tinted through this bitch, we ain't fishbowlin'

Tee by Amiri, rain jacket made by Rick Owen

Iced up, lookin' like I'm in this bitch swolen, ha

[Outro]

Yeah, ShittyBoyz, DogShit Militia, that's on every song

Bitch