[Intro]
(Damjonboi)
[Verse 1: BabyTron]
Plug said it's footballs around, I told him throw a spiral
Scratched off on 12, they thought that I was finna show the title
Stomp him out and post the vid, he sick he goin' viral
[Verse 2: $camaurion]
We gon' slide OT, they meet us on arrival
All my opps broke as fuck, I don't got no rivals (Nah)
Boy, your sauce runnin' out, you need a scam revival
Marcelo Burlon tee on, bitch, I'm feelin' tribal
Hit the road every day, ain't even have no license
Ain't no callin' my jugg phone, bitch, you gotta Skype me
Got a site that piece so fast that bitch hit like lightnin'
(Boy, the way that I punch shit, you would think I'm fightin')
'018, no ATT? I go and hit Verizon
[Verse 3: JuSleaze]
'Bows comin' straight through FedEx, we finna overnight 'em
Don't talk about my ex, that bitch dead, man, these hoes is triflin'
In the cockpit takin' differеnt drugs like I know the pilot
(I catch an opp walkin' out the crib, I'ma havе to snipe him)
Put an opp nigga on a t-shirt, we finna advertise him
7.62's comin' out the Drac', look like Oscar Mayers
Doin' donuts in the Redeye, I done popped the tires
(Thirty dot on me goin' through at Walmart, I don't shop at Meijers)
[Verse 4: MJPAID]
It ain't startin' with no five, I won't even try it (Nope)
And my six so exotic, niggas couln't find it
Stacked as hell, was burnt up in my Benny's, damn near couldn't bite it (Aha)
Mom's mad, fuck around and gave her phone a virus
And how your bitch give me head? I guess she open-minded
Got a chop, not a Drac', yes, this bitch Osiris (Mhm)
Shit be goin' through your ears, so it's never mind it
Say you ballin', check his stats, what's his plus minus?
Punch licks before the whip, you was bus ridin' (Bitch)
[Verse 5: ScrumbleMan]
Virgil did the shirt, but it's Purple on my pants
Got a glizzy with a switch, extra clip for his mans
You ain't SBDSM if you ain't hit the store and jam
Brodie missed, finna pop him on a cam
Don't be hoppin' in this ride if you ain't really down to blam (Brr)
[Verse 6: TrDee]
Chopper got a grip with a hundred-round under it (Baow)
I can't even give your ass no bag 'cause you gon' fumble it (Lame)
You was playin' with that wap, now what's up with it?
Please don't think that we don't got no guns 'cause we don't post that shit
Try me if you want and that's the day you meet the Lord (I swear to God)
Got that metal on me like a knight, but not a sword (Grrt, bap)
I would hate me too, I'm wearin' shit you can't afford ('Kay)
We been fuckin' for some hours, damn, I'm gettin' bored
You can't tax me, bitch, I'm plugged in like a cord
We gon' flip that bitch, you bet not slide that Ford
[Verse 7: ScrumbleMan]
Weed sticky, bitch, I'm off a three-five of s'mores
Camping in the bushes, finna put him in a morgue
This is not tomato juice, Acky what I pour
[Verse 8: Fordio]
Shit, I was searchin' for the red, think I need a deuce
It's a light-ass day, only hit for two
Better get your boo
Say she likin' how I smell, 'za and Jimmy Choo
Conversatin' with the Wock' like, "I'm feelin' you"
We just need your SSN, we can push it through
I'm movin' different off the whippets and the gummy shrooms
Like how you pull five racks and they ain't even new?
Face an eighth, say, "Why not?" She think forty-two
Ron shootin' basketballs, he don't even hoop
[Verse 9: J3]
(Fat nigga, but the jeans skinny)
Helmut Langs on my body, I done paid like three-fifty
Big B's like runners, but these not no three-fifties
How you got no cheese, but out here tryna beef with me?
How you got no cheese, but out here tryna eat with me?
I done poured a whole heart, now I got a three with me
Left the ShittyBoyz show, now I got a freak with me
And got her off the onion pack, lil' bitch in here geeked with me
[Verse 10: StanWill]
Chopper gay as hell, it got some nuts, but it twerk so crazy
Runnin' off? This bitch'll pat your back, be done burped your baby
Purple jeans on my ass, I don't perp' though, baby
Fire blew him like the wind, put him in the Earth so crazy
Buffs hangin' off my shirt, collar got my tee drenched
Every time I open up my closet I get seasick
For my dough, we done baked his ass like a deep dish
We'll pull up wavin' sticks around, on some Wii shit
'Za smoke, mirror tints, I can't see shit
[Verse 11: Donnie Bands & BabyTron]
LA, Miami, New York, I took three trips
.223s hittin' everybody like a freak bitch
On a steak diet, you would probably think I lean sip
Ridin' 'round with a mini Drac' and a mean bitch
Fifty on me, pull up on her in a Hellcat
She put that kitty on me
Why you go and grab a thirty-six? You got a mini Rollie
That's a bitch watch
Lookin' like a bitch with your bitch doin' TikToks (ShittyBoyz)
[Verse 12: BabyTron]
Pints, 'bows, and pills, bitch, I'm jugglin'
Cuddy in that Scat with the bee, hear it bumblin'
VIP booth, throwin' pape', you hear it thunderin'
Off filet mignon, I'm sick, I hear your stomach rumblin'
Sippin' Quagmire, I might get fat like Peter Griffin
Talkin' 'bout he got the hoes, but got an eater with him
Me and you got the same shoes but I look cleaner in 'em (Like these exact same shoes)
Celine off the Chanel, I'm in this bitch triple C-in'
Me, Ju and Scrumble caught an opp, we finna triple-team him
Pause, new condo, I just spent a twenty on a Kaws
Catch him in that deep, do him like I'm Jaws
[Outro: BabyTron]
ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia
You know what the fuck goin' on
