Puzzled

Lyrics

[Intro] Militia, that's on every song Dog Shit Militia, that's on every song ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, that's on every song Yeah [Verse] Summertime, we was pullin' up in long sleeves All my niggas rich, she tryna fuck the whole team If it ain't 'bout no pape', I'm finna watch the phone ring Be done shot the lips off his face, he say the wrong thing Heart cold, chain froze, had to drop the Goose coat Puzzled in the coupe, I'm lookin' up like where the roof go? Bro be scorin', he a spot up shooter, he don't hoop, though Played her like an instrumеnt, she blew me likе a flute, though Heat tucked, I turn Miami Beach to the FTX Ksubis saggin' 'cause the pockets stuffed with a hefty check Pull up on your bitch in Fendi wear, I bet she F me next You would be done passed through this bitch, better not test me, neph' Mike Amiris skinny than a bitch with pistol pokin' out Joke's up, smoke him like some runtz and see who jokin' now I ain't never voted in my life, but keep a pole around BNB with three hoes on my balls, they think I'm bowlin' now Bape zipped, I can't see a damn thing Catchin' ham after ham, bitch, I'm on a scam page You won't catch me without bread, bitch, I'm like some mayonnaise Unky said he stuck to the cut like a Band-Aid Huh, on the road, half sleep, got me missin' X's Step in big-ass sneaks, these some Triple-S's Glocky or the chop, I'm poppin' out with different weapons Get a nigga bubble blew, I bet he get the fuckin' message R.I.P. Virgil, it's an X on me but it's fuck my ex Blow a hole through fuckin' brain let him touch my neck We on Collins Ave, bitches lookin' at his jumpin' bits All scam season long, got shit stuffed in Techs Fightin' demons with a Palm Angel joggy on Bitch, the scam jack not the phone you can call me on Pretty face but I'm still fuckin' doggy, though Take me to the ER 'cause your baby sick of all these hoes Unc' addicted, every day, it's pop with the Wock' mix Say it's on the floor then bro gon' clean him with the mop stick Never been the type to cop a plea, I go and cop sticks Bape hoodie for seven but the Gucci flops six I'm too busy touchin' pape', you won't see me in no party Gotta know I got the face if you see me with your darling Threw hibachi on my plate if you ever see me starvin' Keep a Glocky on my waist 'cause niggas thinkin' I'm a target [Outro] Yeah, ShittyBoyz (Real ShittyBoyz shit, she gon' fuck 'cause the ShittyBoyz lit, dumbass) (That's what you gotta know) (Yeah, though)