[Intro: BabyTron]
Bitch, yeah
Swear to God
(Xclusive made this)

[Verse 1: BabyTron]
I was bad as hell in school, you went to Bible study
Spilled a pint of Wocky on the chop and left the rifle muddy
If you ain't God, you ain't got the right to judge me
Code talking, scamming, told lil' bro come get them Tysons from me
That's a knockout, you at work finna clock out
Sliding with the heavy metal, banging, tryna rock out
Calling audibles, I got my wide-out on a hot route
Finish school but feel like I should've dropped out
I'm prolly saying that 'cause of what I got now
Thinking that you 12, every time you 'round, the cops out
It's a jack morning, shit, I'm finna bring the Crocs out
Used to be the window when I did it, I can shop now

[Verse 2: TrDee]
Know some n***as in they feelings, hurt to see us elevated
Seeing n***as winning motivate me, bitch, I never hated
Know a couple n***as that don't like me but won't ever say it
Beat the kitty up a couple times but I never ate it
It's not MyTEAM but my whole team can get a bucket
Slide down on a opp block and really cause a ruckus
I can show you pics from high school, I was really thrusting
Certain shit used to make me mad, now I just say fuck it
Always in my bag, never in my feels
Damn, this bitch cold, baby give me chills
Why the fuck you still saving hoes? You must work for S.H.I.E.L.D
Woke up tryna make some money, you tryna make a bill
[Verse 3: StanWill]
Collins Ave, twenty floors up with a ocean view
ShittyBoyz hit the coldest hoes and whip the coldest coupes
N***as broke, boy, don't me go expose the truth
Pull up aiming cannons at my opps like a photo shoot
Yo baby shining now, had to tint the frames
He done lucked up, them 7.62s done missed his brain
Broke the blinker off the Scat, I ain't switching lanes
Looking homeless 'cause the Mike Amiris got some rips and stains
Remember looking up from the bottom, we on top now
Out of town tripping, spent two hunnid on some pasta
I'ma make yo baby give me top while my top drop
Gucci letterman, it got me looking like a jock now

[Verse 4: BabyTron]
Shoes cost a touchdown, fit cost a Runtz pound
Dog Shit Militia, you ain't that? You can't come 'round
Up now, I'll be damned if I come down
Hitman love them gun sounds, don't get gunned down
What the fuck is tussling? I'm busting if you throw a jab
Michael Myers in that Trackhawky, all I know is stab
I'ma be awake, I drop a deuce, I pour a four? It's bad
I'ma call you "Dennis Schröder", you done sold the bag

[Verse 5: TrDee]
I can see it from the front, come here, let me grab
Please don't tell me nothing 'bout yo ex, you gon' make me mad
Take her where she wanna go, I'm just like a cab
Dog Shit Militia, walk around with a n***a stash
Bitch, I'm in my Crocs, getting to it comfy
Nowadays you can't fuck no hoes if you ain't got no money
Got a couple commas in the bank and I'm looking bummy
Already knew he was pussy, how they left him bloody
[Verse 6: StanWill]
Muddy-ass potion mixed up in a Tahitian Treat
Eating off them fucking 201s like they EBTs
2021 fucker if you see me speed
Scam scholar, I don't give a fuck 'bout no GED
Ride around with Glockyana tucked and my AR
She gon' pull up on me in the 'burbs 'cause I stay far
Gang in her guts, now her n***a hate ours
Balling hard, bitch, we all-stars, feel like JR

[Outro: StanWill]
Huh
Yeah
ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, that's on every song