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Lyrics

[Intro] (Gavin on the beat) Dog $hit Militia, ha-ha, yeah, bitch Dog $hit Militia, ha-ha, bitch, yeah, okay [Verse] Dog $hit Militia, bitch, we tripping at the Ritz-Carlton Every outfit I throw on, know the blick part of it They ain't even opposition, they just dick gargling At the club mean-mugging, in this bitch starting shit Thirty big .308s, bet this bitch parking shit I rock Chrome now and then but I been heartless, bitch I be chilling in the 'burbs but my crib far as shit Put a muzzle on them bitches if yo pits bark again Okay, okay, huh She like, "OMG, boy, you got stacks," she think I'm GMO Bitch, we call that one opp Caitlyn Jenner, we know he a ho If they think they fucking with us then they must can't see the score Closet like a ocean, getting dressed, I think I need a boat Every time I look into a mirror, why I see a GOAT? Got a red light underneath the Glocky, thinking he on go Bro infatuated with the drank, he might just pee a four (Dog $hit Militia, fuck is you talking 'bout? Yeah, whole lot of that) Thirty in the Glock, bitch, I'm war ready I might throw a dub at the strip and leave the floor messy Twenty 201s in this whip, you know I'm store ready Brodie start his day off with a six, he only pour heavy I knew I was finna get the neck before this whore met me I might buy a booty for my bitch and make her more sexy Barking in the Kitty, fuck I look like tryna floor Chevys? (Skrrt-skrrt) This a Glock party, I told gang, "Throw yo sticks up" Thinking that she loyal? Boy, you finna get yo bitch fucked Stay on P's and Q's, I can't tolerate no slip-ups Facing Turtle Pie and Tiramisu, gang got big lungs Yeah, huh Bitch, I'm finna blow like a IED I won't stop hitting model bitches till I'm ninety-three Feel like Lipton with this Glockiana, I'll ice his tee This a Glocky with the switch attached Do I SRT the Jeep or do I get a 'Cat? (Skrrt) Brodie fly exotics out, he Mister Send The Pack Took yo yearly salary and spent that shit in Saks They couldn't fuck with me then, they can't fuck with me now They gon' break yo lil' heart, you put your trust in these thots I ain't even have to speak, yo bitch done jumped on my cock It's a hunnid in this fucker, get it dumped on your block Brodie dropped a Presidential like he fuck with Barack Unky got the dirty baby blicky tucked in his sock Got more weapons than the Navy, who the fuck finna box? Brodie aim for obligadas, better duck if he pop Hollow tip nine-milli's, that's what's stuffed in my Glock Threw this bitch seal crack and double cups full of Wock' Finna shoot to Fogo de, I need lunch when I shop Had to tell her, "I ain't even tryna fuck, give me top" [Outro] Huh, yeah ShittyBoyz, Dog $hit Militia, that's on every song, fuck is you talking 'bout? Yeah, though