Scoring

[Intro]
(Ooh, Stan, turn me up) Yeah
Bitch (ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, that's on every song, huh, yeah)
Huh, yeah (ShittyBoyz, ShittyBoyz, ShittyBoyz)

[Verse]
If pressure make diamonds, when it's over, I'ma be a gem
I could go blind, shit ain't stopping me from seeing M's
Bitch caught be cheating once, fuck it, I'ma cheat again
Waking up and not chasing money? That should be a sin
Luke Skywalker couldn't force me to love a bitch
Hotter than a stove when I'm riding through the oven Mitt
CPN fire with this bitch, I just summon whips
Scorching in the rental, hundred giffies and a dozen blicks
Hutch did the kit, fuck a new jeweler
I be toting cannons in thе mall like a YouTuber
Lil' bro be upping bluеs, funny he a soo-wooper
Team player with yo bitch, me and Dee gon' choo-choo her
Masked up in yo hood like I'm Dr. Doom
It's a tech or Off-White Nike if I rock the swoosh
Everybody on my team score, we be lobbing oops
If I hit her with a follow back, know I'm knocking boots
If I'm above gang, I ain't winning till our bag equal
Punch, slide, scam, trap, all my niggas bad people
I X him out, play with metal like I'm Magneto
Rocking out with Dracs, four deep like our ass Beatles
Brodie high as hell, eyes red in that Red Eye
Better keep yo hands to yourself, we let lead fly
Bro was in school with the Cookie like that nigga
Gang boxed the stu' with exotics, got me head high
Thousand dollar steps at a time, I'm just living life
Seeing how yo bitch cheating on you, I can't get a wife
Looking like a plumber, anywhere I go, I'm with a pipe
Wipe my ass with a blue strip, this the shitty life
Embosser, MSR, and Deezy Printer, them my scam tools
Reaching? That's a gamble, boy, you better off on Fan Duel
Since a snot nose, was never worried 'bout no damn school
Jumped in the deep, grew some gills and I swam through it
Mary had a little lamb chop, what my bitch eating
Nike tech, the Goose X Amiri when it switch seasons
If I up the rackies on her, bet yo bitch'll lick penis
Apple jack stacking, fuck a job, bitch, rip Steven
Gang pouring thousand dollar cups, I'm with rich junkies
Only time I'm ever on my ass is when I shit, dummy
She ain't have no Black Rock today, got my bitch grumpy
Big shitter, bitch, fuck around and had to switch undies
Everything I wear be wet as hell, it's like I'm skinny dipping
Dog Shit Militia, bitch, we probably in yo city shitting
We on Ocean Drive upping blues, got the bitties tripping
Shout-out all the heads I done cracked for 256s
If you ain't blowing dick, hit the door, I ain't got time
Only change clothes and switch hoes, I don't swap sides
I'll probably die and decompose 'fore the opps slide
Wouldn't lift the gas if you smacked me with a stop sign
Could be paralyzed waist down, still would run it up
On Miami Beach tripping, Mike Amiri button up
Ksubis stuffed with blue Benjis, boy, these bitches hugging nuts
At the bar cramming lamb chops till my stomach stuffed
I be in the lab with Glock tucked, bitch, we Blick and Morty
On a giffy trip in Tallahassee, left the city scorching
Sixty hanging out the .40, pop him like a sixty-forty
Any given night, go check the stats and see I'm really scoring

[Outro]
Stan, turn me up
Bitch, ayy
Yeah, ayy
ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, that's on every song, huh, yeah