Cockadoodledoo

Lyrics

[Intro] I ain't gon' lie, bro This shit gettin' too easy (Dog Shit Militia, bitch) ShittyBoyz, gang-gang (byekyle) You feel me? Like I can do this in my sleep type shit (In my sleep type shit) Can do this shit seven days a week type shit (Seven days a week type shit) You feel me? (You know?) Hm, come on (You know?) [Verse 1] I feel like Steve, got my diamonds on on every block (Bling) They think my shooter got a cronus, he hit every shot Bro say his vows when he pour up, he tryna marry Wock' Bitch, fuck a rat, if I was Tom, I'd get Jerry shot Ironic I don't but torches on me in the striker Catch me in the Bay with forty on me like a Niner Bro don't give a fuck, he floored a stoley like a spider We catchin' Apple jacks and pourin' codeine, not no cider (Ahh) This a Kitty, not a Subaru (Nah) Your bitch peeped the roster, now she 'bout to do the crew Aim up top and spill his ramen, Glock'll noodle you Your bitch eat my dick up every mornin', cockadoodledoo Walk up in the function, all the thots like, "Who is you?" (Who is he?) Hollow tips in every Glock, I got a few for you See a double cup, you know it got a deuce of juice They think I'm with Nardwuar how this chop go "doo-doo-doo" Bro stay in the pharm', he might as well go get a tractor Better keep your distance, boy, this bitch'll blow you backwards Bein' broke a joke, the opps must hear a lot of laughter Brodie shoot like Curry, hang his Glock up in the rafters Rockin' Christian, whip a holy ghost, think I'm a pastor Your bitch think I'm Jason, she be runnin' when I stab her Keep the Drac' around 'cause I be ballin' like a Raptor All these whips and all these chains, look like I got a master Opposites or Ari Fletcher, I don't know who asser We'll bring the beef straight to your door like we some Dashers Master Chief, I'm quick to give out halos with my blaster Me and Brodie tryna see who touch a milli' faster He could multiply his self and still won't be a factor Hit his bitch on camera, she an actress, I'm an actor All this paper on me, pockets got like twenty chapters Bitch, I'm always with somebody boo, they call me Casper Drop a mortar strike and turn his block to a disaster Fucked her off a flame emoji, you had to harass her Let him pull up deep, I got some shit to make him scatter Ben Frank', Hamilton and Grant, I be with crackers You be with lackers, all I got is cheese on my mind, I'm a Packer [Outro] Dog Shit Militia