[Intro]

ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, whole lot of gang shit

Yeah

Yeah (DSM, DSM, DSM)

Huh, yeah

[Verse]

They say life short, huh

I don't give a fuck, though, 'cause my pape' long

Yeah, bro'll cut your life short, huh

He like Lance with it, tryna dance and get your face blown

Yeah, pull up, spacecraft, AMG look like Star Trek

Surfin' with the punches, have the ball up on farfetch

Hoodie with the splatter, pop out lookin' like an art sketch

Kick her out the whip if she ain't tryna have no car sex

I might melt the tires off the whip how I'm cat scratchin'

Must've wore a fitted in the booth 'cause he be cap rappin'

Go and check the box score, I bet you catch me stat packin'

I ain't checkin' tags, fuck the price, I be in Saks grabbin' (Yeah)

Yeah, Dog Shit Militia, huh

Yeah, fuck, yeah, huh

I must be a dickhead how I ball in Saks

Haha, yeah, bitch, you don't get it, though

Deuce to the neck, unc' can't feel it, had to sip a four

Need an exorcism, bitch a demon and the whip a Ghost

Need to make the Glock a TikTok 'cause it be hittin' folks

Catch his cappin' ass—, get his fitted blow

Heavyweight with this punchin' shit, ain't even one-fifty

Last twenty broke the money counter, had to thumb fifty

Had to do the Chrome Heart 'cause I don't think it's one in me

Bitch, we like to get up just for fun, don't try to jump with me

Started crackin' cards, had to pay the hand that life dealt

Never learned how to swim, but in that water, feel like Mike Phelps

Chopper kickin' like Miyagi, though, ain't seen a white belt

Unky slappin' off the girl, he say he feel how Ike felt

Bitch, we militant, huh

I'll let the Drac' go clap like I'm Soulja Boy (Blrrt)

He ain't even got a cent (Nah)

Doggy can't afford a bottle, got the hoes annoyed

All this motherfuckin' Hutch ice, I'm the Golden Boy

Feel like Andy Davis through this bitch, I be totin' toys

Broker than a bitch, you the type that all the hoes avoid

In the backseat with your bitch, she like Rosa, boy

If bein' broke was a joke, the opps Dave Chappelle

Child's playin' with the Visas over makin' sales (For real)

Got a demon in the 'Cat, I'm goin' straight to Hell

I ain't got no time to chase hoes, I be chasin' mail

She pulled up to this BNB and ripped her lulu lemons off

Think you fuck with me and gang? You must be shootin' fentanyl

Bro'll pull up and drop fifty, he ain't hoopin' when he ball

Spendin' like I ain't got cents, I'm actin' stupid in the mall

Bitch, yeah

ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, that's on every song (SBDSM)