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Three-five of, yeah, b*t*h

Three-five of Pink Runtz got my b*t*h stuck like a stepsis
Every day, check another model off my checklist
Straight to it with yo b*t*h, chilling without Netflix
Closet looking like a p***o, all these f**king X's
B*t*hes staring ’cause it's Benji's busting out my Ksubi denim
B*t*h, it’s five percent's on every whip, they don't know who be in 'em
Triple S's fatter than a b*t*h, I'm looking goofy in 'em
Bought some toilet paper for my pockets 'cause it’s dookie in ’em

(Dog Sh*t Militia)
Riding 'round tinted AMG, feel like the U.S. Army
Whole lotta red on my shoеs, I’m finna do the Carti's
Finna hit the lot, I told the dеaler, "Come and supercharge me", huh
Riding 'round in fast tinted sh*t, the dash limitless
If the convo ain't about no pape’, I'm finna finish it
Why the biggest games, I be feeling like I'm scrimmaging?
White buffs vanilla, unky out here serving cinnamon

Right pocket got the Glock, left pocket full of chicken
Popping out with thirty-rounders, catch him, we gon' fully switch him
I could let my dawgs up off that leash and have my bullies sick him
Lil' bro'll wreak some havoc but his tee say Good Intentions
Collins Ave' tripping, skrrting 'round in Scat Packs
Flash 'round them robbers? You'll get yo racks jacked
Yop got a skillet, beat and flipped his flapjack
All 2022, can catch me in my backpack, ayy
F**k a JanSport, b*t*h, I'm Goyarding
Got a thirty ball, all dubs, I'm like go Spartans
Only time you ever seen a plug was when yo phone charging
Shooter pull up, hit it from the corner like he Moe Harkless
Fit Chrome Hearted but I'm feeling like the Tin Man
2017, I was the Dumps With The Pins Man
Up six figures, my bank account look like a BIN, man
Send that money through that one app? You finna get scammed
Get hammed

Sh*t, f**k, fully zipped up in BAPE attire
Thinking he a ape? Pop out with them tranquilizers
Got precision with this cannon, think it got a stabilizer
I'm the Human Torch with this BIN, b*t*h, I play with fire
Two thousand dollar fits daily, we don't rock basic
Gen5 flash with the beam, I don't Glock basic
Every single b*t*h, I hit a model, I don't thot basic
Everything we do extraordinary, b*t*h, the opps basic

Japanese Chin and Basenji, unky got a kennel
In a pair of European sneakers, finna stomp the pedal
Sleeve Nash, let me pull it down, I had to rock the bezel
Three of red, I might see God, I think this pop the Devil
If they lock us both up, I'm doing time like Rowdy Rebel
Shooters too alert, they gon' hear it if you drop a pebble
I ain't got a pencil but the stick got some lead in it
Brodie blew an opp and left him red, I'm sick he said tripping
Unky suwoo sipping, coffee cup got red in it
B*t*h, don't pull up with that WAP unless you brought the head with it
You ain't got a whip, I heard you Craigslisting
I'm a rap star, I got the 'Vette tinted
Where the f**k is unky? Think he rex whipping
Pull up kitty 'Cat, I bet you she had sex in it

Huh, yeah
Sh*ttyBoyz, Dog Sh*t Militia, that's on every song
B*t*h

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