Shit Show

[Intro]
ShittyBoyz, man, Dog Shit Militia, you know that's on every song
I ain't even gotta say too much, but know it's a lot of that and it's a lot of racks around
Fuck is you talking 'bout?
Y'all know it, yeah, yeah, huh

[Verse]
.30 in the Glock like he popped a Perc'
Slide again when we kill a opp, we gon' pop the hearse
If it ain't 'bout pape', we cannot converse
Let him ever say it's on the floor, we put the mops to work
Huh, two hunnid bucks what my pasta worth
X or a V on my back when I rock the shirt
I be card-cracking, unky lobbing work
It'll be a cold day in Hell and my opps was turnt
Bitch think I'm Bigfoot, it's just the Balenci' thangs
I feel like a toilet, Dog Shit with a pissy chain
Drunk as hell in the strip, making strippies rain
Brum-bum-bum-bum in the Glock, let the .50 hang
Or I can come titty boy, let the Nicki bang
Get them old hunnids out my face, I like Nipsey thangs (Blues)
SBDSM, boy, it's strictly gang
Seven hunnid horses to the boys, you can't flick me, gang
Christian Louboutin did the sneaks, I got rich toes
Tell a bitch this ain't a lil' blick, this a big pole
Always got some chicken on me, they think I'm a wishbone
Jake 'em like tilapia, we catch him in that fishbowl
Catch me in the BnB with six hoes
Mike Amiri got me looking homeless in these ripped clothes
BabyTron keep the diesel like he Citgo
Any function that we hit, we turn it to a shitshow
If it don't make dollars, it ain't making sense
If my mans ever go pig, turn him bacon bits
Caught a flight, we on Collins Ave' racing whips
Feeling oriental, BAPE on with a blazer, bitch
I don't like slow head, told her, "Make it quick"
Bougie with the ding-a-ling, I don't hit no basic shit
Gang'll put you in a suit, get you tailored quick
If you don't catch plays or suck dick, see you later, bitch
Bitch used to mean mug, now she get her face fucked
Threw the buffs on, told a opp get his weight up
Riding 'round with the Aubrey Graham, bitch, I'm Drac'd up
Really saving all these thot hoes, put your cape up
Put my babies on her face like some makeup
For me, shooting shots to these hoes like a layup
Do I want a Submarine' or a Datejust?
Run off with a penny, if I catch, you better pay up
I just left Hutch with some shiny shit
Everything that gang do huge, you on tiny shit
Running off'll get you popped in the heinie quick
Bro wipe his nose, all my slatts be on slimy shit
Hitman'll clean the scene on some tidy shit
Quick to up the Glocky if he pull up on some ID shit
Looking for my Saweetie, I just want a icy bitch
Step a opp out in some thousand dollar Nike kicks
He don't dress hair, gang like to split wigs
Taking hunnid dollar Wocky sips, boy, them big swigs
Swimming in the deep, grew some big fins
Splurged down Audemar, brodie look like Ben 10
All this drip up in my closet, damn near gotta swim in
Should I pop out shooting with the Glocky or the big F&N?
Shot a leg out the bopstick and had to switch lens
Wet as hell, Shitty' got 'em shitty, we some rich kids
Rolling Turtle Pie, brodie in this bitch blowed
Make her suck it fast, but she wanna fuck me slow
Jumping out the coupe, talking loose up in robes
I might tell her, "I ain't got a heart, but it's chrome"
I can't hear you 'cause my ear wire hold the phones
Glock got a flash, catch a opp, tell him, "Pose"
Wocky in the silo, bitch, we not pouring roj'
All y'all baby know is chase a bag 'til I'm gone

[Outro]
Ha, yeah, bitch ('Til I'm gone, fuck is you talking 'bout?)
Fuck you talking 'bout, man? ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia (All I know is chase a bag, for real, [?], you feel me?)
(Yeah, though, it's a whole lot of that going on)
(Gang shit, we don't lane switch, bitch, yeah, ShittyBoyz)