[Intro]
(Fuck the fire, we got grease)
(Ooh, it's BlueStrip, baby)

[Verse 1: Certified Trapper]
I'll ride for my brother, I'd die for my brother
Smack a n***a daylight, twenty-five for my brother
Throw a lot for my brother, give out five to my brothers
If they push back, cuddy ain't gon' slide for your brother
A thousand miles away, n***a, that won't change we brothers
All them high-speed chases, gone on them fuckers
Any n***a tweak, I'll blow like a muffler
Your lil' bitch on my dick? Hell no, I ain't touch her
I'll ride for my bitch, I'd die for my bitch
N***a, if I had wings, I'd fly for my bitch
Even in a room quiet, I be shy for my bitch
These real fuckin' tеars, I'll cry to my bitch
I'll blow for lil' sis, go broke for lil' sis
Bust a n***a fuckin' head, beat a ho for my sis
N***a, any fuckin' thing you say go whеn you rich
I know n***as gon' treat you like a ho when you bitch
I know n***as gon' get you on the floor when you strip
I ain't goin' out bad, took a roll from this bitch
Whip the boy and the girl, got the flow with the mix
Bitch, I love the tour life, in the O in the pits
[Verse 2: StanWill]
Dog Shit Militia
She can get whatever, you won't hear my tellin' no to my bitch
Get the opp drop, pull up to his lo' with them sticks
Bro a heavy sipper, he just turned his four to a six
Green light on every Glocky, we on go with the blicks
Zotti plug in Cali, he he shippin' 'bows to the Mitt
Think I'm clumsy when I get up in that mode how I trip
Rich as fuck, I just might throw up, all this motion, I'm sick
I'll ride for Militia, I'll slide for Militia
When it's war, won't catch me duckin', I'm outside for Militia
Everything, I gotta put it on the line for Militia
Icy, they know when they see them diamonds shine, it's Militia
Blowin' twenties at the mall, remember fives in the tank
I could pull a hundred out, I used to slide with the blanks
If it's money on the floor, you know I'll dive to the pape'
I put them boys ahead of me, they stabbed my spine anyway
Me and gang tied in, them my Siamese twins
If them piggies flick the lights, we on a high-speed, then
Talkin' to them labels, tell 'em I need nineteen M's
How I run this money up, think I got nineteen limbs
Brought my blicky to the venue, they let 19 in
If I want it, I could cash it or could swipe these BINs
They don't wanna see me shine, I let me ice bling, then
I been shittin', how I'm feelin', I just might be him
Bitch, Dog Shit Militia, what up, Certi?