Star Trek

Lyrics

[Intro] ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, whole lot of gang shit Yeah Yeah (DSM, DSM, DSM) Huh, yeah [Verse] They say life short, huh I don't give a fuck, though, 'cause my pape' long Yeah, bro'll cut your life short, huh He like Lance with it, tryna dance and get your face blown Yeah, pull up, spacecraft, AMG look like Star Trek Surfin' with the punches, have the ball up on farfetch Hoodie with the splatter, pop out lookin' like an art sketch Kick her out the whip if she ain't tryna have no car sex I might melt the tires off the whip how I'm cat scratchin' Must've wore a fitted in the booth 'cause he be cap rappin' Go and check the box score, I bet you catch me stat packin' I ain't checkin' tags, fuck the price, I be in Saks grabbin' (Yeah) Yeah, Dog Shit Militia, huh Yeah, fuck, yeah, huh I must be a dickhead how I ball in Saks Haha, yeah, bitch, you don't get it, though Deuce to the neck, unc' can't feel it, had to sip a four Need an exorcism, bitch a demon and the whip a Ghost Need to make the Glock a TikTok 'cause it be hittin' folks Catch his cappin' ass—, get his fitted blow Heavyweight with this punchin' shit, ain't even one-fifty Last twenty broke the money counter, had to thumb fifty Had to do the Chrome Heart 'cause I don't think it's one in me Bitch, we like to get up just for fun, don't try to jump with me Started crackin' cards, had to pay the hand that life dealt Never learned how to swim, but in that water, feel like Mike Phelps Chopper kickin' like Miyagi, though, ain't seen a white belt Unky slappin' off the girl, he say he feel how Ike felt Bitch, we militant, huh I'll let the Drac' go clap like I'm Soulja Boy (Blrrt) He ain't even got a cent (Nah) Doggy can't afford a bottle, got the hoes annoyed All this motherfuckin' Hutch ice, I'm the Golden Boy Feel like Andy Davis through this bitch, I be totin' toys Broker than a bitch, you the type that all the hoes avoid In the backseat with your bitch, she like Rosa, boy If bein' broke was a joke, the opps Dave Chappelle Child's playin' with the Visas over makin' sales (For real) Got a demon in the 'Cat, I'm goin' straight to Hell I ain't got no time to chase hoes, I be chasin' mail She pulled up to this BNB and ripped her lulu lemons off Think you fuck with me and gang? You must be shootin' fentanyl Bro'll pull up and drop fifty, he ain't hoopin' when he ball Spendin' like I ain't got cents, I'm actin' stupid in the mall Bitch, yeah ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, that's on every song (SBDSM)