Like, is you serious? And send the work to Georgia, have ´em curious
My life need a dozen movies, Fast & Furious Here comes the thirteenth one, this bitch ain´t have her period Fourteen shots have ´em delirious We´ll catch a body, then go take a Lake Erie trip Your bitch keep blowin´ up my phone, she on some eerie shit On the road, this a me, myself, I, and Siri trip Smokin´ zaza out of Cali, this ain´t no Larry zip Blingin´ in some Hutchy ice, this ain´t no Gary kit Have your ho trick over them treats, you on some scary shit I think this bitch starin´ ´cause I´m very rich Hell yeah, you lift your wrist once, she on some glary shit Think your bitch tryna fuck, she tryna braid my hair to twist
She gon´ lick my clean balls, I ain´t got no hairy dick Life crazy, shit, I´m in the ring with a married bitch I´d probably put a baby in a ho, but I ain´t gon´ marry the bitch Twenty different flavor foreigns, I be on various shit Hit the work twenty times, I got various mix Cuddy got a fake D, the clerk think he Darius Finch
She´ll never know my government, take the ball and I´m runnin´ it Do your backyard like a Theta and I´m stompin´ it I´ll put a ten on a one, they say I´m jumpin´ it Slide some shit across your forehead when I´m thumpin´ it
Dancin´ in the pussy, finna crump in it Dead opps stuffed in the Havana, see the lumps in it? Put a into the pot, like, don´t you see the clumps in it? Typical response, he said his blunt had some Runtz in it
I´m sellin´ ice ´bows, you see the chunks in it J money, fuckin´ up the road, yeah, I´m humpin´ it I´ma throw a frrt in the air, I ain´t gon´ duck with it And smack my cousin´, bitch ass had to function it
Dog Shit Militia, keep it confidential Two bad bitches and two M´s with me in the middle Zaza gon´ shit on dog when I start this kennel When I have Jez pull the wood out, he ain´t usin´ a pencil
When they trace your body out, they ain´t usin´ a stencil Told the spot-runner that we could use some utensils Barack O., tryna fuck around and do the presidential If your name on paperwork, you know you lose credentials Double cups red, but I went and fully blew the bezel All we missin´ is some pitchforks, you´d think we knew the devil
Your lil´ bitch irritating, all we do is wrestle If we get the king´s drop, he gon´ lose his temple Shit, we shootin´ temples
I ain´t gon´ cross over from God when I rock Essential Put a switch on the back of the Glock, it´s no longer a pistol Beam still shootin´ missiles And throw an X-ray at your top like I´m tryna see your mental Let´s try a different situation, tired of being patient Have you eat your food through a straw, you ain´t gon´ need no braces He sung in that room more than Aretha Franklin
Catch you in that six-four ridin´ low, I´ma take them Daytons Really leave you stinking, bro Balenciaga stepping Leave some letters at your front door ´cause you ain´t get the message Bitch, you bored, then put a tag on your toe, I got a feet fetish Pause Still got the blicky tucked in my drawers Joker gift-wrapping presents, he ain´t Santa Claus I can be on planet Neptune, I´m slingin´ Dragon Balls Catch a contact when I pack this dog Let me make this call Smack put him down when he hit this raw
Treat his top like a Faygo pop, watch us twist it off I can´t leave your titi in the spot ´cause she gon´ sniff it all Shit, you know it´s that if we get involved Shit, you know it´s fa-fa-fa, and then we peelin´ off You´ll hear about a run that´s go and probably still´ll jog Bitch tried to put a collar on me, but I´m still a dog Thinkin´ ´bout the opps, no homo, I´m tryna kill ´em all Told that bitch, "Like my double cup, better not spill at all" I don´t like the Tris, but ain´t no Wock´, I might just sip it all
I´m in Wichita just to get it gone Blowin´ out the leaf, my white boy talkin´ ´bout, "Go get a bong" He was fuckin´ Big Meech, now his chains gettin´ pawned He was macho Randy Savage ´til he got them bitches snatched Why he think I´m finna give him dap? Pussy, this ain´t that I heard this ain´t facts, all I know is this ain´t cap This ain´t an act, this ain´t hat Had the nerve to say he had some vintage, pussy, this ain´t Act´ That ain´t racks, that´s a hundred stacks, what´s up with that? I could reach into my mattress, up and double that
I just caught a body, get the bricks, tape, and bubble wrap And some gas and a match I was finna throw him in the lake, but I´ma torch his ass When his family get to cryin´, I´ma more than laugh When your bitch eat the dick, she does more than gag I know you more than sad, I could do more than brag I could do more than flash, you can´t do more than half It´s that one season, I got another door to crack Lookin´ like a tourist, Dior bucket off the boarding pass In the club, throwin´ chicken rolls towards the nats It´s raining hard, I hope my ex-bitch drive into the storm and crash Strikers, strikers, my cuddy, he perform in Scats Tap a hat, take it to the chop shop, then floor the ´Cat I´ll get your SSN, I´ll get the drop, I´ll beat your ass, shoot you in your face, I do more than rap
ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, long live $cams forever