[Intro]
Ayy
Phew, phew, phew
ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia
Aha (Hey, Elijah) (Bitch)

[Chorus]
Yeah
Had to tell her I belong to pape', I can't be yours
Sinnin' like the devil but I'm Christian in my Diors
Since a youngin, I've been touchin' pape', I ain't need chores
Scam Van Gundy draw the plan up so my team score
Fifties pink, twenties green but you know my hundreds blue
If you pull up with that head, you gotta blow my n***as too
Feel like number thirty-four, your bitch keep callin' me the truth
Your baby keep swingin' sticks, I got these n***as thinkin' that I'm rude

[Verse 1]
No cap, tell your bitch get off my testicles
Japanese hibachi, stir my rice with extra vegetables
Glockiana on me, fuck I look like tryna wrestle you?
Busy chasin' pape', bitch, I can't fit you in my schedule
M4A1s, we gon' slide like the Navy Seals
Lookin' like your boy from Buffalo how I play with bills
Ain't nobody in your clique solid, heard your baby squeal
I've been dreamin' 'bout it like I'm Meek so I'm chasin' mills
Blew some racks in Neimans, everybody know my face
When they see you eatin', everybody want your plate
Let the 'Gram tell it, everybody on some pape'
Cut into your bitch in her DMs, like I want your face
[Chorus]
Yeah
Had to tell her I belong to pape', I can't be yours
Sinning like the devil but I'm Christian in my Diors
Since a youngin, I've been touchin' pape', I ain't need chores
Scam Van Gundy draw the plan up so my team score
Fifties pink, twenties green but you know my hundreds blue
If you pull up with that head, you gotta blow my n***as too
Feel like number thirty-four, your bitch keep callin' me the truth
Your baby keep swinging sticks, I got these n***as thinkin' that I'm rude

[Verse 2]
Wavin' stick around this bitch, I feel like Harry Potter
Buffed up, and I'm wet as hell, I feel like Larry Lobster
Bitch fly as hell, I think she Marry Poppins
If I hit her with this ding-a-ling, she gon' get very toxic
Bro trippin', dropped a four in his Essentia bottle
In the BNB, we four deep with twenty different models
One catch me shootin' ones, I be dishin' hollows
Lil' bro be livin' with that Drac' like he in Toronto
All gas, big Triple S, they gon' squish the throttle
Roll around like the president when we whip the Tahoe

[Chorus]
Yeah
Had to tell her I belong to pape', I can't be yours
Sinning like the devil but I'm Christian in my Diors
Since a youngin, I've been touchin' pape', I ain't need chores
Scam Van Gundy draw the plan up so my team score
Fifties pink, twenties green but you know my hundreds blue
If you pull up with that head, you gotta blow my n***as too
Feel like number thirty-four, your bitch keep callin' me the truth
Your baby keep swinging sticks, I got these n***as thinkin' that I'm rude