[Intro]
(Hey, Blake, where you at?)
Yeah, bitch
If I'm in the—, it's gon—, it don't need no—
Yeah, huh, okay
[Verse]
If I'm in the club, it's gon' rain, you don't need no weather app
All that shitty rapping ass, come up with some better cap
You won't catch me with no rats but I'm where the cheddar at
Your bitch safer over here, she know this where the steppers at
I couldn't fuck pre-buffs, but I'm in her guts now
Said he had smoke with us? Funny he some Runtz now
Empire sent the bag, I ain't gotta punch now (Fraud)
Fine dining with my bitch, $200 lunch now (Shit)
Got your bitch Bikini Bottoms wet as Goo Lagoon (Fuck)
Know its guala on the floor you see me shoot a move (No cap)
Ksubi's stuffed with twenties, baby, I don't do the True's
Know some demons that was shooting opps when you was shooting hoops
Huh, okay, okay, huh (Yeah)
Fly as hell, bitches breaking necks looking up (Breaking necks)
I be scamming, Unky in the 'Rex cookin up (Pew)
New bitch, she the shit, seen my ex looking rough
[Interlude 1]
Bitch, bitch, yeah (Yeah)
You don't touch the pape I touch
You don't fuck the hoes I fuck
Big Dog Shit Militia, I'm the biggest shitter out
You should know this shit
[Verse 2]
They know we up—, yeah, bitch, yeah
They know we up dogshit
Pushing up the buffy's left my middle finger frostbit
You won't never see me with no Yorkies, all my dogs pits
Mr. Buy It All, I blew a twenty on a mall trip
Tell the opps to call quits
Tee by Off-White, jeans Amiri, goose Canadian
Rich as fuck, designer head-wraps, the crew Arabian
AR Fully, telescope attached, could shoot an alien
Fear of Gods, Dior Christian, I'm like "Who an Atheist?"
Every Glockiana got a switch, we brought the fullies out
Show your bitch what's in my pocket, bet she pull her goodies out
I ain't thinking bout my exes, rock 'em on my hoodie now (Dog Shit Militia, gang, gang, bitch, you know what the fuck going on)
'Miris hold the Glock but the fanny full of dead faces
Your bitch got the wop, only hit her cause the head crazy
Looking for his thot? Oh, she somewhere in my bed, ain't she?
Talking to the cops, know you sick your baby fed, ain't he? (Fed ain't he?)
[Interlude 2 - Jackass's Dave England]
I'm proud, and I'd consider myself a professional shitter
Which I, I think there's very few of
I'm sure there's some others out there
But, can you name one?
Probably not
[Verse 3]
Yeah, all of my bitches like fashion
My niggas like money, my killers like shooting
When they with gang, they be playing with balls, but none of these bitches be hooping (Haha, no cap)
Tripping in traffic, we active OT, back to back, all our vehicles ruthless (Skrrt, skrrt)
He bring his bitch to the club, when gang in the section, he leaving it boo-less (Bye)
She know we playing with racks (Yeah)
None of my niggas be cap (Naw)
I blew a 20 in Saks (Yeah)
None of these niggas get dapped (Naw)
Walking out Turtle Pie Co., with bags of the gas, my niggas be smacked (Yeah)
Why the fuck this bitch ask what's my pronouns? She knowing I'm that (Huh)
The AMG got 5 percents, the buffies got mirror, I'm peeping through tints (Damn)
It's funny, he ain't got the flu, but if he catch a shot, we leaving him sick (Ahah)
All of your dogs just be barking, they ain't got no bite, I be with them pits (Roof)
Dog Shit Militia should be Cottonelle, they knowing we be with the shits (Gang)
These niggas ain't gang for real
I just want money, I been had the bitches
I don't give a fuck 'bout no fame for real (I don't)
Could be a noose around neck, and no monkey bars, you still couldn't hang for real
AR a fully, the scope got a variable zoom, you know we got range for real (Brrrt, brrrt, brrrt, bitch)
[Outro]
Dumbass nigga
Dog Shit Militia
Real ShittyBoyz shit, she gon' fuck cause the ShittyBoyz lit
But you already know that though (Already know that though)
The biggest shitters (Biggest shitters)
