No Lol

Lyrics

[Intro] Dog Shit Militia, man [Verse] I ain't hit your ho, I got the neckskis (Neckskis) Slide around with stick, they think I'm Gretzky She like, "Why that movements look like Pepsi?" How I stay around some blues, thought Benji was my bestie I ain't LOL'ing 'round this bitch, but I'll up XD Everything on me lit up, baby, I ain't Sheff G Known to give a ho a facial, I could be an esty Used to be some boys in the hood, now we rockin' Ricky (Bitch) You signin' in and out your shift, boy, I be signin' titties (Bitch) Everybody on my roster quick to drop a fifty My shooters gon' put that hammer to your head, they catch you ridin' fishy Bro just touched a thirty of the newest jugg I'm tryna spill a lil' red ridin' through the hood Thе judge askin' 'bout my day, I said I'm doin' good (I'm fine) Your ho know I'm lit, so she donе blew my wood Slam a nigga bitch like I'm Big Show (Bitch) Cup dirty, but what's in it look like dish soap Still'll pull up late, it's thirty on my wrist, though (Bitch) DSM'll turn the function to a shit show I'm with Lando, I bet your bitch know This a five-seater whip, but I'm with six hoes I be stompin' on the business, I don't tiptoe I don't give a fuck 'bout what they talkin' 'cause I'm rich, ho (Bitch) Bro'll pull up shootin', he the MVP (Bitch) I know my bitch gon' clock it if it's any T How the fuck my pockets fat if I'm in skinny jeans? Could have no legs, I still'll run it up by any means Your phone ain't never bangin', you need better fiends I'm quick to swiss a nigga 'bout that cheddar cheese I told her, "Eat this D, you want them letter C's" I'm with a bitch that you could never hit, somewhere you never be All this fuckin' chicken that I touched, I need some lemon pepper Skrrt off on them piggies every time I see that interceptor I get heavy paper, boy, your money lighter than a feather When I hit the strip, it's rainin' bullets, I predict the weather Only bitches that I like is models, boy, you hit whatever Shoppin' with my ho like it don't matter, baby, get whatever We got fire work, the zombies linin' to get a tester Pockets fat as Rickie Ross, you know I'm gon' be rich forever Huh, the whole gang rich, no LOL These hoes ain't shit, no LOL, huh The bros bang blicks, no LOL My fours ain't lit, no LOL No LOL, it ain't shit to laugh about (It ain't) No LOL, it ain't shit to cap about (It ain't) No LOL how them hitters at your house No LOL, I got some shit to rap about [Outro] Dog Shit Militia, man, this shit ain't no movement, it's a takeover, no cap Like no LOL, for real Gang