Powerball

[Intro]
(Bitch, Dog Shit Militia)
Workin' 24/7, I can't take an hour off
Had to learn inconsistency is key
You ain't gon' get nowhere if you ain't tryna get nowhere, you feel me?
Hmm
Workin' 24/7, I can't— nigga
Workin' 24—

[Chorus]
I'm workin' 24/7, I can't take an hour off
Showed her fifty, this bitch think I hit the Powerball
This shit take some courage, you can't be the coward dog
I'm bangin' on a bitch whenever I see dollars call
Bro a pit, can't let him take his collar off
Why they bother me when I ain't never bothered y'all? (Why?)
AR got some kick, I treat the opps like soccer balls
All these niggas is my sons, really be done fathered y'all, for real (Real)

[Verse 1]
Beefin' with us, boy, you better write a will
I don't love her like the drank, but still'll crack her like a seal
That shit crazy how I tuck my hammer and go do a drill
Green tips on the .556s, these'll rip right through his shield
Unky on the block with yellow, you would think he was Shaquille
I ain't eat today, but all I'm tryna do is do is get a meal
AK with banana clip, was never shit to get him peeled
Ballin' like a demigod, got niggas tryna get the bill

[Interlude]
Dog Shit Militia
Bitch

[Verse 2]
Right pocket Rick Ross, left one look like Uncle Phil
Feel like Clark Kent 'cause everywhere I go, I'm takin' steel
Why the fuck he got a helmet if he ain't ever touched the field?
Your bitch a pickle eater, got me pullin' out my dill
Bro gon' up the chopper gunner if he get another kill
Fans don't never question Stan because they know he always will
Bitch, I'm throwin' hail marys, you won't never catch me kneel
Heavy on my dollar dollar bills, I just want my skrill
Suckin' dick is what she do the best, that's your bitch only skill
Went and stacked a hundred jacks, had niggas thinkin' I was Jill
In that water he a guppy, we gon' catch him on the reel
Boy, the sauce is sold, that shit never told, I can't spill
See the piggy, and then when this shit get heavy, bet he squeal
Get the drop, we poppin' out tonight to pop him like a pill
It ain't on the floor, it's up, I bet I mop a nigga still
Walkin' out of Hutchy, I'm on chill
I hope you never think a bitch gon' keep it real
All these boogers in my buffies, you would think a nigga ill, huh

[Interlude]
Bitch, Dog Shit Militia

[Chorus]
I'm workin' 24/7, I can't take an hour off
Showed her fifty, this bitch think I hit the Powerball
This shit take some courage, you can't be the coward dog
I'm bangin' on a bitch whenever I see dollars call
Bro a pit, can't let him take his collar off
Why they bother me when I ain't never bothered y'all? (Why?)
AR got some kick, I treat the opps like soccer balls
All these niggas is my sons, really be done fathered y'all, for real (Real)