Bitch, ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia
Long live $cam, long live Chris
This what they want, huh?

When it come to runnin´ up a bag, I´m the undisputed champ

I can´t imagine stoppin´, I was runnin´ through the cramps
Stuntin´ in that Taycan, ain´t even use a ramp
Cut the lights off, put on our chains, we ain´t usin´ lamps
G-O-A-T, pussy, you´s a lamb
I´m the type to drop sixty with a broke shooting hand
If he see the ShittyBoyz out, I bet he poops his pants
One up like T, but the kid was born too advanced
R.I.P. him if he plays
He´ll be a wallpaper, he´ll be an eighth
He´ll be a T-shirt, he´ll be a chain
Told my shooter if he want a free verse, leave a stain
It wasn´t always like this, three Percs for the pain

But I don´t do no 30s, 10s get me through the day
Rolls with umbrellas, this´ll get me through the rain
It depends what they find, they might give me two to eight if they look through the Wraith
Punch him with the stick, I guess I´m Glocky Marciano
I´m too high to do that shit today, gon´ probably start tomorrow
Procrastinatin´, that´s what you be sayin´
The number underneath one, that´s what you be makin´, zero
Wonderin´ if I should be the villain or a hero
Pull up old-school bouncin´ on ´em like Eddie Guerrero
Out in Cabo San Lucas with heavy dinero
I got a hitman who don´t use guns, he deadly with arrows

Ridin´ in this big TRX, dodgin´ a felony
Presidential Rollie on my wrist, Tronathon Kennedy
Sponsor robbin´, you would cop and rock embellished jeans
Shrooms got me time-travellin´, stoppin´ in the ´70s
Brodie doin´ taxes and he rockin´ with Fidelity
Cut into the plug like, "This exotic that you sellin´ me?"
AR-15 singin´, chopper got a melody
What type of pop is this? Is it chocolate, is it ebony?
Eyes on the back of my head watchin´ for frenemies
Oxygen and pape´, I ain´t got a lot of necessities
Sauce bandit ´til it´s dead, I ain´t droppin´ the recipe

Would´ve thought the spot the pet store, coppin´ some pedigree
Exaggeratin´ everything you say, you the milkman
Seen bridges burnin´, whole time was tryna build plans
V-cut got me stuck froze in a pill trance
Diamond boy, courtesy to Johnny, watch the grill dance
Go ahead and start a war, I bet we finish it
Sixty on the Mitten charm, I did this shit for Michigan
Sixty on the Cuban link, I did that shit for me
Eight bully charms, shit, I did that for the team
SBDSM, long live $cam
Giffy man, I´m the reason all the kids jam
Thirteen shots in the heat, watch the blick bam
Eyes low, Ip Man, if bro miss, tip jam
On my way to Lakeside, passin´ Moravian

Zottarooni strong as hell, think they added uranium
They ain´t believe in me, now I´m packin´ out stadiums
I can see his brains, we hit the back of his cranium
ShittyBoyz
I´m White Boy Rick without the tellin´
You a hamburger, boy, without the lettuce
Gon´ still be a legend, that´s without the credit
All these hoes buggin´ me, I´m finna whip out repellent