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Dogshit Militia
Skilla Baby
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BabyTron
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(You know the name, ChiefBeater)
What up, Skilla?
You cut up on this bitch, JAY C
You cut up on this one, JAY C
White boy'll pull up sharpshooting like I'm Larry Bird
Flying off the Wocky, spilling drop on every turn
Roll an eighth, spark it up and watch the cherry burn
Forty on my neck, it's RIP Hutch, ain't go to Gary, nerd
Christians on my feet, demon bitch, she riding passenger
Tell her put her head down since she acting bad
We cannot compete, you work a job and ain't the manager
Blew a dub, now I'm walking out of Saks dragging bags
Twenty shows and they all sold out
Brodie paranoid off Perkys, he just whipped the pole out
Unky in Kentucky for the Derby, beat the road down
I don't pop Xans, the Wock' got me slowed down
You know what they say, what goes around comes around
MSR and BOSER, Young Tron was fucking up your town
Ain't stopping no time soon, I'ma run it up for now
I'ma run it up for now, I'ma run it up for real
I'm so good at getting rich, it ain't shit to send a blitz
Five thousand every fit, when I sin, I repent
Slid on the opps in a Raptor, Gary Trent
Five hundred thousand on me, 'bout to count up every cent
Two hundred thousand to my jeweler, got back everything I spent
It's so hard for me to keep these bitches off me like lint
Pistol whipping with the glizzy, man, this bitch gon' leave a dent
Turn to a rapper when I throw the buffs on, I'm Clark Kent
I be real fucking humble 'til these niggas make me mad
I love city girls, I wanna fuck Yung Miami real bad
Put a HEMI engine on my bag, this shit going fast
Man, I got some gas that'll get you higher than some gas
Started on my knuckles, man, I'm really on my feet now
BabyTron, we gon' fuck the city up when we drop
Just made her climax, I put my chain on her G-spot
Seen the opps, spot 'em, got 'em, chopper hit 'em with the beep-bop
Man, I did so much shit I don't brag about
Really ran some dog shit up in my hand-me-downs
We don't do no drive-bys, we do walk-'em-downs
Security, let me beat his ass before you toss him out
Pull up to the function just to shoot it up
We really running, BabyTron, what the fuck they gon' do with us?
V cut hit my blood system, acting rude as fuck
Mira tint on 'em, still see the whole shit through my buffs
Baby missiles hit his whip, they damn near blew it up
Make a nigga favorite bad bitch come home and chew my nuts
Riding 'round with some uh, finna do the uh
We ain't fly to the 'bows, nigga, they flew to us
Grab them Gen5's and add them switches
Went from rags to riches, hit the baddest bitches
In the field, I ain't juking, bitch, we pass on with it
Put that boring-ass gun down, all my masks got switches
Playing with them giffies, made a fifty
Man, I shitted on that boy, left him shitty
Spinning in the kitty, fucked around and I got dizzy
We ain't never been shy with the glizzy
ShittyBoyz, but the chains looking pissy
Put in work with my chopstick, I get busy
You got a problem? Shit, come get with me
Every time a nigga bag touch down, I hit the griddy
ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia
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