Dogshit Militia

Lyrics

[Intro: BabyTron] (MIA JAY C) What up, Skilla? You cut up on this bitch, JAY C You cut up on this one, JAY C [Verse 1: BabyTron] White boy'll pull up sharpshootin' like I'm Larry Bird Flyin' off the Wocky, spillin' drop on every turn Roll an eighth, spark it up and watch the cherry burn Forty on my neck, it's R.I.P. Hutch, ain't go to Gary, nerd Christians on my feet, demon bitch, she ridin' passenger Tell her put her head down since she actin' bad We cannot compete, you work a job and ain't the manager Blew a dub, now I'm walkin' out of Saks draggin' bags Twenty shows and they all sold out Brodie paranoid off Perkies, he just whipped the pole out Unky in Kentucky for the Derby, beat the road down I don't pop Xans, the Wock' got mе slowed down You know what they say, what goes around comеs around MSR embosser, Young Tron was fuckin' up your town We ain't stoppin' no time soon, I'ma run it up for now I'ma run it up for now, I'ma run it up for— yeah (Huh) [Verse 2: Skilla Baby] I'm so good at gettin' rich, it ain't shit to send a blitz Five thousand every fit, when I sin, I repent Slid on the opps in the Raptor, Gary Trent Five hundred thousand on me, 'bout to count up every cent Two hundred thousand to my jeweler, got back everything I spent It's so hard for me to keep these bitches off me like lint Pistol whippin' with the glizzy, man, this bitch gon' leave a dent Turn to a rapper when I throw the buffs on, I'm Clark Kent I be real fuckin' humble 'til these niggas make me mad I love City Girls, I wanna fuck Yung Miami real bad Put a hemi engine on my bag, this shit goin' fast Man, I got some gas that'll get you higher than some gas Started on my knuckles, man, I'm really on my feet now BabyTron, we gon' fuck the city up when we drop I just made her climax, I put my chain on her G-spot Seen the opps, SpotemGottem, chopper hit 'em with the beatbox Come on, man, I did so much shit I don't brag about Really ran some dog shit up in my hand-me-downs We don't do no drive-bys, we do walk-'em-downs Security, let me beat his ass before you toss him out, huh [Verse 3: BabyTron & Skilla Baby] Pull up to the function just to shoot it up We really run it, BabyTron, what the fuck they gon' do with us? V cut hit my blood system, actin' rude as fuck Mirror tint on 'em, still see the whole shit through my buffs Baby missiles hit his whip, they damn near blew it up Make a nigga favorite bad bitch come home and chew my nuts Ridin' 'round with some uh, finna do the uh (Skrrt) We ain't fly to the 'bows, nigga, they flew to us (Nyoom) Grab them Gen5s and add them switches Went from rags to riches, hit the baddest bitches On the field, I ain't jukin', bitch, we pass on with it Put that boring-ass gun down, all my mans got switches Playin' with them gifties, made a fifty Man, I shitted on that boy, left him shitty (Damn) Spinnin' in the kitty, fucked around and I got dizzy (Skrrt) We ain't never been shy with the glizzy (Nope) ShittyBoyz, but the chains lookin' pissy (Damn) Put in work with my chopstick, I get busy (Shit) You got a problem, shit, come get with me (Come on) Every time a nigga bag touch down, I hit the griddy, huh [Outro: BabyTron] ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia