[Intro](Good looking for this, Cali)Whole lot of gang shit, man, y'all on a whole lot of lame shit, man (Jay Lapp, talk to 'em)Big Dog Shit Militia shit, you know what the fuck goin' on, man (Dog Shit Militia, Dog Shit Militia, bitch)[Chorus]Hoppin' out the coupe with fifty on me (Shit)All I know for certain is I got the blicky on me (Brrt)Pop up on him for that shit he owed me (Yeah)Slide around with Drac', you know this shit get sticky, don't it?I just want the top, we ain't finna fuck (Nah)Thirty in the Glock, twenties in the buffs (Bling)Crack a pint of Wock', pour it in a CrushGettin' to that guap, bitch, I'm in a rush (In a rush)[Verse 1]Funny how I get a lot of hoes, but I don't get you hoesYou ain't chasin' pape', then I don't know what type of shit you onBlower on my hip, boy, playin' crazy, that'll get you blownAll these horses in my muscle car, you know the whip too strong (Skrrt, skrrt)Ain't nothin' switchin' but the Glock (Brrt)Open up my DM, hundred bitches on my cockKeep a sleeve on me when it's hotUnky want the Tech, for now, he sippin' on the Wock'I can't sit still, I'm the motion manI got all these hoes in my drawers like a homeless manBack when I ain't have that shit, they ain't notice StanNow it's icy buffs, designer kicks, boy, you know it's Stan (Bling, bling)[Chorus]Hoppin' out the coupe with fifty on me (Shit)All I know for certain is I got the blicky on me (Brrt)Pop up on him for that shit he owed me (Yeah)Slide around with Drac', you know this shit get sticky, don't it?I just want the top, we ain't finna fuck (Nah)Thirty in the Glock, twenties in the buffs (Bling)Crack a pint of Wock', pour it in a CrushGettin' to that guap, bitch, I'm in a rush (In a rush)[Verse 2]Bitch used to ho me, now I'm in them gutsAin't no money on the floor, then I'm gettin' upAll that cappin', he be in the booth fitted upFunny how your mans wanted smoke, now he in a—Okay, alright, now he in a bluntTalkin' spicy with my ice on, your bitch finna munchGot a hundred .223s, boy, I ain't just spinnin' onceOnly me and bae, we spent four hundred just on gettin' lunchGotta know the blick in my everyday attireIce 'em like I'm Gary, boy, you know I ain't a fighterSaid we gettin' married, but this bitch know I'm a liar, huh[Verse 3]Ridin' with a ten ball in my bitch tote bagI ain't dead, but the Off-Whites got a toe tagI done threw a twenty and a forty like the Rose bagI just scammed the fuckin' opps' granny with her old ass[Chorus]Hoppin' out the coupe with fifty on me (Shit)All I know for certain is I got the blicky on me (Brrt)Pop up on him for that shit he owed me (Yeah)Slide around with Drac', you know this shit get sticky, don't it?I just want the top, we ain't finna fuck (Nah)Thirty in the Glock, twenties in the buffs (Bling)Crack a pint of Wock', pour it in a CrushGettin' to that guap, bitch, I'm in a rush (In a rush)
