[Intro]
(Gavin on the beat)
Dog $hit Militia, ha-ha, yeah, bitch
Dog $hit Militia, ha-ha, bitch, yeah, okay

[Verse]
Dog $hit Militia, bitch, we tripping at the Ritz-Carlton
Every outfit I throw on, know the blick part of it
They ain't even opposition, they just dick gargling
At the club mean-mugging, in this bitch starting shit
Thirty big .308s, bet this bitch parking shit
I rock Chrome now and then but I been heartless, bitch
I be chilling in the 'burbs but my crib far as shit
Put a muzzle on them bitches if yo pits bark again
Okay, okay, huh
She like, "OMG, boy, you got stacks," she think I'm GMO
Bitch, we call that one opp Caitlyn Jenner, we know he a ho
If they think they fucking with us then they must can't see the score
Closet like a ocean, getting dressed, I think I need a boat
Every time I look into a mirror, why I see a GOAT?
Got a red light underneath the Glocky, thinking he on go
Bro infatuated with the drank, he might just pee a four
(Dog $hit Militia, fuck is you talking 'bout? Yeah, whole lot of that)
Thirty in the Glock, bitch, I'm war ready
I might throw a dub at the strip and leave the floor messy
Twenty 201s in this whip, you know I'm store ready
Brodie start his day off with a six, he only pour heavy
I knew I was finna get the neck before this whore met me
I might buy a booty for my bitch and make her more sexy
Barking in the Kitty, fuck I look like tryna floor Chevys? (Skrrt-skrrt)
This a Glock party, I told gang, "Throw yo sticks up"
Thinking that she loyal? Boy, you finna get yo bitch fucked
Stay on P's and Q's, I can't tolerate no slip-ups
Facing Turtle Pie and Tiramisu, gang got big lungs
Yeah, huh
Bitch, I'm finna blow like a IED
I won't stop hitting model bitches till I'm ninety-three
Feel like Lipton with this Glockiana, I'll ice his tee
This a Glocky with the switch attached
Do I SRT the Jeep or do I get a 'Cat? (Skrrt)
Brodie fly exotics out, he Mister Send The Pack
Took yo yearly salary and spent that shit in Saks
They couldn't fuck with me then, they can't fuck with me now
They gon' break yo lil' heart, you put your trust in these thots
I ain't even have to speak, yo bitch done jumped on my cock
It's a hunnid in this fucker, get it dumped on your block
Brodie dropped a Presidential like he fuck with Barack
Unky got the dirty baby blicky tucked in his sock
Got more weapons than the Navy, who the fuck finna box?
Brodie aim for obligadas, better duck if he pop
Hollow tip nine-milli's, that's what's stuffed in my Glock
Threw this bitch seal crack and double cups full of Wock'
Finna shoot to Fogo de, I need lunch when I shop
Had to tell her, "I ain't even tryna fuck, give me top"
[Outro]
Huh, yeah
ShittyBoyz, Dog $hit Militia, that's on every song, fuck is you talking 'bout?
Yeah, though