Ayy, ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia Phew Chasing paper, used to be the ice cream truck I'll do a double R, that's just a light three bucks If she don't pay for the dick, might get a light three pumps You twisting up some little logs, we rolling like tree trunks All it takes is a lil' Tris' and boy this white tee fucked Yeah, I'm punching, still McLoving, I got ID's tucked Lemme turn the VPN on and IP crunch Lil' dog small as hell but got a IT jumper Usually I pour in pop but this a ice tea sumn Huh, if I said it twice it might mean sumn Me and Kane blowing dookies, look like Chinese cousins Lil' Fuzz ain't finna get a jersey, he might fight three summers If I'm dozing off this drink then I might be wondering Up out that Spectre thing and the Cullinan That— (Pltt) hitting everything, like even on yo' cousins 'nem Shot a shot at yo' bitch, it's safe to say I love the neck If I step out bet my brother step I told that bitch if she come, she better come correct Cut the talk, I'd rather cut a check Five D' versus five hoes, look like we running rec' How the fuck do it feel to be stuck in debt? Hell yeah I'm still alive but bitch I'm puffing death Walking through the function, hoes getting rubber neck Overdid the shrooms, I cannot tell what Fuzz 'nem said We reeled 'em in with a bitch, that shit butter bread He think he fucking with Militia? He off double Fent' I'm sipping on a cup of rent In the clouds I'm blowing out, they got a skunky scent