Live From The Lab

Lyrics

[Intro: StanWill] Bitch Dog Shit Militia (Tommy II) Live from the Lab, live from the Lab, bitch, we live from the Lab Yeah (313 Mafia) [Verse 1: StanWill] If funk ain't somewhere ballin', then he play with girl like Josh Giddey Huh, let me chill out, huh Fuck the limit in the droptop, tell the cops get me Crack the top on the Wock', drop make the pop fizzy Get him chalked, leave him hopscotched if I pop blickie Had his ho throw me slop top, showed this thot fifty Step on shit in 'Lenciaga, I don't rock Rickie Pull up, all he heard was, "Fah-fah", now his top missing Doggy chicken little, must've just hatched Your bitch on my dick more than my nutsack If she ain't draggin' wagon, I can't hump that Niggas think I'm workin' for the feds 'cause I don't cuff rats [Verse 2: TrDee] Bitch, I'm in here with the gang, run up in here if you stupid I don't really think you 'bout it, nigga, you gon' have to prove it I be ballin' all the time like I'm tryna get recruited I be only smokin' 'za but you know gang and them be booted I might fuck around and pull up lookin' like I robbed the jeweler You can't even fuck with me, you just be hatin', you a loser I'ma have to smack my mans if he ever cuff a chooser Couple hundred for the pants, a couple thousand for the shooter I would bet the bank on us, we done left 'em in the dust Turn his crib right into rust if he ever fuck with us Chopsticks and Glockianas, pull up, you can pick your battle It ain't long until I'm rich, they ride my wave just like a saddle [Verse 3: BabyTron] I know some scammers OT tryna find some Apples He made a killing off of SBA's, but now his life's in shambles Put on Marni head to toe, I'm lookin' like a mammal When it come to school don't matter, shit, the kids a prime example Two, four, six, eight We sip juice by the deuce, takin' shrooms, outer space Time to throw it in they face, pullin' blues out the safe Probably end up underground if you don't move out the way Every time we spilled the sauce, they tried to reenact it Spent a twenty on some winter coats to spend the week in Aspen Slidin' down his block, just make sure that y'all bring some caskets I'm the type to hit the shot when I still can't even see the basket [Verse 4: StanWill] Doggy say he up but it ain't mad to know I'm the founder of the wave, go get your ass a boat I could bless a ho, bitch, go ask the pope Pull up over here thinkin' he steppin', I'ma tag his toes [Verse 5: TrDee] I be poppin' tags off expensive clothes Damn, I heard you had a short run just like Derrick Rose I know how it feel just to wake up and not have no pros Dog ain't even got his mind right, worried 'bout where the hoes? [Verse 6: BabyTron] Ho, I'm blessed and highly favored Hit the Bay and met the plug to test out ninety flavors And I still ain't find the right strain All I had was hope, but you ain't know me for that timeframe [Outro: BabyTron] ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia Long live $cam, you know? Hey Ninety bands in the building