(Damn, JakeSand)
Shittyboyz

Spot jumpin' like LeBron in 2007
Niggas ain't even got a whip, that's why they always steppin' (niggas broke)
She come back 'cause I always bless her like a reverend
Bet you that I blow up out of nowhere just like 9/11 (boom)
Don't try to coach me on this shit 'cause you was never where I'm at
Got Glockie while I'm shittin', you know I can never lack
You'll really be surprised who'd stab you in your back
Niggas think they competition, oh, they must be smokin' crack
That bitch somewhere in the blender, man, I left her lookin' dizzy
I'm not dyin', gettin' rich, I bet I'm rich before I'm fifty
I could probably hit the mall and blow your salary, no kizzy
Why the fuck you talkin' crazy? You ain't even got no blickie, bro

Dog Shit Militia, bitch, that's on every song
You know what the fuck it is, you know what the fuck it was
You know what the fuck it's gon' be, huh

It's a hundred sticks in the whip
When I cut that blender on, I threw your bitch in the mix
Heard these buff pockets swole even though I'm ripped than a bitch
Angelina Jolie, I make my bitch get a 'script
Say I'm him, bitch, I'm hip
All these diamonds got me icier than George Gervin (bling)
Talkin' hot until he ended up in that morgue furnace (yop)
Get online and play with punches, I'm just bored surfin' (bored)
How she think her nigga got a bag? He can't afford Birkins
Get the lo' and load them blicks, we at his door lurkin'
Hit his ho and sent a pic', I left his core hurtin'
Mean as fuck with BBL, she can't be more perfect
All this Christian in my closet, I can make a whore worship
Goal one, make a milli', two, make a milli' twice
Diamonds multi-color in my pendant, you got Dilly ice
Left me in the cold, I bought a Goose for all them chilly nights
Me, I'm chasin' fifty M's, all brodie want is fifty pints

Hand-woven, huh, huh, huh, hand-woven Marni
Shit, I'm feelin' like the old Omari in these frozen Cartis
I don't pour Bacardi, I don't go to parties
DSM, when it's on the floor, I can't control the army
They'll say that they want smoke, whole time, they smokin' breeze premier
Snatch him up, bring him here, tie him up, it's torture time
On the upside of things, he ain't even borderline
Out here poppin' fake 10s, let me guess, you sort of high
Heard he get off at 4:30, we gon' camp from 4 to 5
Wrestlin' with your bitch, ain't have time to record the fight
Don't go buy it if you can't afford it twice, you cannot afford this Sprite
You cannot afford this ice, you cannot afford this life
Bougie hoes, nah, you can't afford my type
If it's beef, grab my fork and knife, huh
If it's beef, take my fork and bite
Put a payment down, board a flight, they gon' score tonight
If they pull me out and pop the trunk, I bet that's more than life
Damn near the death sentence, the hood hot, check engine
We ain't talkin', send the 308 like it's a text message

Swear to God I'm not stressin', all year, I'm straight pressin'
New kit dancin' just like Usher, made her get naked
Walls of Jericho, boy, I be in the room back breakin'
Turned around and hit me with that head, that shit was breathtakin'
Only time you ever shot a gun was on your PlayStation
I don't give a fuck 'bout what they say 'cause niggas stay hatin'
Oreo McFlurry, Louis on black and white

Finna crack a pint of Wockapop, go get a bag of ice
If I get the spot today, I be done shot his ass tonight
Talkin' spicy, wet him up, go get that boy a bag of rice
Think I'm Scottish, be done pulled up on him with a bag of pipes

Bitch, Dog Shit Militia