Bitch, ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia Long live $cam, long live Chris This what they want, huh? When it come to runnin' up a bag, I'm the undisputed champ I can't imagine stoppin', I was runnin' through the cramps Stuntin' in that Taycan, ain't even use a ramp Cut the lights off, put on our chains, we ain't usin' lamps G-O-A-T, pussy, you's a lamb I'm the type to drop sixty with a broke shooting hand If he see the ShittyBoyz out, I bet he poops his pants One up like T, but the kid was born too advanced R.I.P. him if he plays He'll be a wallpaper, he'll be an eighth He'll be a T-shirt, he'll be a chain Told my shooter if he want a free verse, leave a stain It wasn't always like this, three Percs for the pain But I don't do no 30s, 10s get me through the day Rolls with umbrellas, this'll get me through the rain It depends what they find They might give me two to eight if they look through the Wraith Punch him with the stick, I guess I'm Glocky Marciano I'm too high to do that shit today, gon' probably start tomorrow Procrastinatin', that's what you be sayin' The number underneath one, that's what you be makin', zero Wonderin' if I should be the villain or a hero Pull up old-school bouncin' on 'em like Eddie Guerrero Out in Cabo San Lucas with heavy dinero I got a hitman who don't use guns, he deadly with arrows Ridin' in this big TRX, dodgin' a felony Presidential Rollie on my wrist, Tronathon Kennedy Sponsor robbin', you would cop and rock embellished jeans Shrooms got me time-travellin', stoppin' in the '70s Brodie doin' taxes and he rockin' with Fidelity Cut into the plug like, "This exotic that you sellin' me?" AR-15 singin', chopper got a melody What type of pop is this? Is it chocolate, is it ebony? Eyes on the back of my head watchin' for frenemies Oxygen and pape', I ain't got a lot of necessities Sauce bandit 'til it's dead, I ain't droppin' the recipe Would've thought the spot the pet store, coppin' some pedigree Exaggeratin' everything you say, you the milkman Seen bridges burnin', whole time was tryna build plans V-cut got me stuck froze in a pill trance Diamond boy, courtesy to Johnny, watch the grill dance Go ahead and start a war, I bet we finish it Sixty on the Mitten charm, I did this shit for Michigan Sixty on the Cuban link, I did that shit for me Eight bully charms, shit, I did that for the team SBDSM, long live $cam Giffy man, I'm the reason all the kids jam Thirteen shots in the heat, watch the blick bam Eyes low, Ip Man, if bro miss, tip jam On my way to Lakeside, passin' Moravian Zottarooni strong as hell, think they added uranium They ain't believe in me, now I'm packin' out stadiums I can see his brains, we hit the back of his cranium ShittyBoyz I'm White Boy Rick without the tellin' You a hamburger, boy, without the lettuce Gon' still be a legend, that's without the credit All these hoes buggin' me, I'm finna whip out repellent