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[Intro] Whew, shit ShittyBoyz Haha, yeah [Verse] Hellkitty kickin' dust up, leave the cops in it All my babies on that, we is not civil .308 hit him, he won't make it to no hospital I do scams, unky like to watch the pot sizzle Slidin' with a hundred, fuck you think I'm finna drop kick him? Ridin' in suburbans, bitches lookin' like Barack with him Said it's on the floor, that's ironic 'cause the mops hit him Bitch, it's Mike Amiri or some Ksubis when I rock denim She know I'm a scammer, she gon' fuck me with exuberance Better not catch you muggin', bro'll ice you on some jeweler shit Latest season fashion, every month, I'm comin' newеr shit Coffee cup a sewer but the pockеts on manure shit Shit, fuck, yes, yes, 'nother check cleared Shit, fuck, Triple-S make me step weird Shit, fuck, remember thinkin' "Maybe next year" Ain't no rex near, bitch, we juggin', we finesse [?] Tryna touch a motherfuckin' milli off a laser jet I be ballin' in LA, like how I ain't a Laker yet? My lil' model bitch from Maui, she ain't ate at Capers yet Scam the city like I'm Kwami, how I ain't the mayor yet? (Skrrt) Pull up in that what the fuck thing Yop got a hundred, pull up on him, let the nuts hang Everybody keep a hit stick, you can't rush gang Wouldn't tuck a dress shirt, you think I'm finna tuck chain? She gon' fuck 'cause I'm a rapper, maybe not, though Hundred rounder, leave his block with eighty potholes Ran it up in Southwest with crazy vatos A hundred shells in his whip but we ain't makin' tacos Talkin' smoke, that's some shit that we don't duck, silly My Miami bitch ass fat, she gettin' fucked silly It ain't 'bout no pape', then I don't even give a fuck, really All I know is run it up, that's the Forest Gump in me Walkin' in the strip with fetty on me, finna flood this bitch She came out the store with giffies on her, finna hug this bitch This really ain't the life I asked for but I love this shit Fuck a witness, know a hitman'll get the judge dismissed Lyin' in your raps, where your cap and gown at? Better not try a thing, know it's straps around, Jack Thinkin' that she loyal, she get passed around, slatt We be poppin' out with blickies, this ain't Mortal Kombat [Outro] ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, that's on every song Bitch