[Stan, turn me up] Yeah
b#tch [ShittyBoyz, Dog sh#t Militia, that’s on every song, huh, yeah
Huh, yeah [ShittyBoyz, ShittyBoyz, ShittyBoyz]
If pressure make diamonds, when it’s over, I’ma be a gem
I could go blind, sh#t ain’t stopping me from seeing M’s
b#tch caught be cheating once, f#ck it, I’ma cheat again
Waking up and not chasing money? That should be a sin
Luke Skywalker couldn’t force me to love a b#tch
Hotter than a stove when I’m riding through the oven Mitt
CPN fire with this b#tch, I just summon whips
Scorching in the rental, hundred giffies and a dozen blicks
Hutch did the kit, f#ck a new jeweler
I be toting cannons in thе mall like a YouTuber
Lil bro be upping bluеs, funny he a soo-wooper
Team player with yo b#tch, me and Dee gon’ choo-choo her
Masked up in yo hood like I’m Dr. Doom
It’s a tech or Off-White Nike if I rock the swoosh
Everybody on my team score, we be lobbing oops
If I hit her with a follow back, know I’m knocking boots
If I’m above gang, I ain’t winning till our bag equal
Punch, slide, scam, trap, all my n#gg#s bad people
I X him out, play with metal like I’m Magneto
Rocking out with Dracs, four deep like our #ss Beatles
Brodie high as hell, eyes red in that Red Eye
Better keep yo hands to yourself, we let lead fly
Bro was in school with the Cookie like that n#gg#
Gang boxed the stu’ with exotics, got me head high
Thousand dollar steps at a time, I’m just living life
Seeing how yo b#tch cheating on you, I can’t get a wife
Looking like a plumber, anywhere I go, I’m with a pipe
Wipe my #ss with a blue strip, this the shitty life
Embosser, MSR, and Deezy Printer, them my scam tools
Reaching? That’s a gamble, boy, you better off on Fan Duel
Since a snot nose, was never worried ’bout no damn school
Jumped in the deep, grew some gills and I swam through it
Mary had a little lamb chop, what my b#tch eating
Nike tech, the Goose X Amiri when it switch seasons
If I up the rackies on her, bet yo b#tch’ll lick p#n#s
Apple jack stacking, f#ck a job, b#tch, rip Steven
Gang pouring thousand dollar cups, I’m with rich junkies
Only time I’m ever on my #ss is when I sh#t, dummy
She ain’t have no Black Rock today, got my b#tch grumpy
Big shitter, b#tch, f#ck around and had to switch undies
Everything I wear be wet as hell, it’s like I’m skinny dipping
Dog sh#t Militia, b#tch, we probably in yo city sh#tting
We on Ocean Drive upping blues, got the bitties tripping
Shout-out all the heads I done cracked for 256s
If you ain’t blowing dick, hit the door, I ain’t got time
Only change clothes and switch hoes, I don’t swap sides
I’ll probably die and decompose ‘fore the opps slide
Wouldn’t lift the gas if you smacked me with a stop sign
Could be paralyzed waist down, still would run it up
On Miami Beach tripping, Mike Amiri button up
Ksubis stuffed with blue Benjies, boy, these b#tches hugging nuts
At the bar cramming lamb chops till my stomach stuffed
I be in the lab with Glock tucked, b#tch, we Blick and Morty
On a giffy trip in Tallahassee, left the city scorching
Sixty hanging out the .40, pop him like a sixty-forty
Any given night, go check the stats and see I’m really scoring
Stan, turn me up
b#tch, ayy
Yeah, ayy
ShittyBoyz, Dog sh#t Militia, that’s on every song, huh, yeah
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