[Intro](Hokatiwi)Bitch, bitch, bitchShut up, bitchPalm Angels on me[Verse]Palm Angels on the t-shirt, but them demons 'roundBag draggin' out of Saks, finna go knock Neimans downWaitin' 'til I fall off, it's gon' be a whileHow you say you plugged with that— but ain't seen a thou'?Hundred shots in this bitch, leave him more than tipsyWhether it's my bitch or my whip, keep a foreign with meWe ain't takin' jump shots, ganger score with blickiesBrodie got more juice than OJ, we ain't pourin' SimplysDog think he safe in that vest, bet I spill his noodlesBarkin' like a pit, but he in the field with poodlesKnow some Haitians out in Lil Haiti get you killed with voodoo(And that's no cap)Ksubi Van Winkle jeans on full of blue pape'You be out here tryna rescue hoes, I don't do capesIt's a jungle, everybody in my crew apesBro rich and still'll mask up like he Bruce WayneApollo, the Creed got your bitch tryna go roundsMr. Leave a Bitch Sick, make a ho frownThey know I always be on ten, every toe downThey know I always been a hundred, hundred shows with the cliqueAnd I got these bitches runnin', hundred hoes on my dickPull up, leave his crib haunted, hundred poles in the whipWalkin' out of Hutch comin' somethin' cold than a bitch, no capShop when I land type shit, I don't check luggageChops in the Lam' type shit when we head huntin'Box, you get blammed type shit, we be lead dumpin', huhAlright, alright, come on, huhPlay with the Militia, bet them dogs put some paws on youWhere the fuck was you? I couldn't call, couldn't fall on youIt's funny now, how I ball, I'm a dog on youOne of us say it's up with dog, then we all on youHuh, he thought he was the plug, got his cord yankedUnky built a tolerance, he only pour eightsI think he a rat, don't let me find that court caseShe ain't suckin' dick, the bitch more worthless than a Bored ApeTalkin' big money shit, but he got nadaTwo straps on me now, I don't rock PradasThey treat me like the boss, I'm the don dadaYour bitch thinkin' I'm her baby, but I'm not SadaWear the Glock every day, that's my dress codeHad to go and cop the Goose 'cause my neck coldBro'll walk him down, get him stepped onBlew a dub on the cough syrup like I'm DestoLab chain pissy, new piece tricolorMake it run, big chop sound like thunderOh, he did the buffs? Mine bufferWhere would niggas be without our wave? I wonderWoke up countin' pape', fell asleep thumbin'I'm a visionary, all this shit I seen comin'Never had my hands out, I ain't need nothin'They should throw us in the X Games how my team stuntin', huhDog Shit Miltia (ShittyBoyz shit, whole lotta gang shit, bitch)
