[Intro]

Whew, shit

ShittyBoyz

Haha, yeah

[Verse]

Hellkitty kickin' dust up, leave the cops in it

All my babies on that, we is not civil

.308 hit him, he won't make it to no hospital

I do scams, unky like to watch the pot sizzle

Slidin' with a hundred, fuck you think I'm finna drop kick him?

Ridin' in suburbans, bitches lookin' like Barack with him

Said it's on the floor, that's ironic 'cause the mops hit him

Bitch, it's Mike Amiri or some Ksubis when I rock denim

She know I'm a scammer, she gon' fuck me with exuberance

Better not catch you muggin', bro'll ice you on some jeweler shit

Latest season fashion, every month, I'm comin' newеr shit

Coffee cup a sewer but the pockеts on manure shit

Shit, fuck, yes, yes, 'nother check cleared

Shit, fuck, Triple-S make me step weird

Shit, fuck, remember thinkin' "Maybe next year"

Ain't no rex near, bitch, we juggin', we finesse [?]

Tryna touch a motherfuckin' milli off a laser jet

I be ballin' in LA, like how I ain't a Laker yet?

My lil' model bitch from Maui, she ain't ate at Capers yet

Scam the city like I'm Kwami, how I ain't the mayor yet? (Skrrt)

Pull up in that what the fuck thing

Yop got a hundred, pull up on him, let the nuts hang

Everybody keep a hit stick, you can't rush gang

Wouldn't tuck a dress shirt, you think I'm finna tuck chain?

She gon' fuck 'cause I'm a rapper, maybe not, though

Hundred rounder, leave his block with eighty potholes

Ran it up in Southwest with crazy vatos

A hundred shells in his whip but we ain't makin' tacos

Talkin' smoke, that's some shit that we don't duck, silly

My Miami bitch ass fat, she gettin' fucked silly

It ain't 'bout no pape', then I don't even give a fuck, really

All I know is run it up, that's the Forest Gump in me

Walkin' in the strip with fetty on me, finna flood this bitch

She came out the store with giffies on her, finna hug this bitch

This really ain't the life I asked for but I love this shit

Fuck a witness, know a hitman'll get the judge dismissed

Lyin' in your raps, where your cap and gown at?

Better not try a thing, know it's straps around, Jack

Thinkin' that she loyal, she get passed around, slatt

We be poppin' out with blickies, this ain't Mortal Kombat

[Outro]

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

Bitch