[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 n***a 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, n***as 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