[Intro](Enrgy made this one)[Verse 1]He ain't plea like Gunna, unky pushing P's regardless (Pushing P)Shopaholic, bitch, my closet look like Neiman Marcus (Shopaholic)Ksubi pluses on my denim, but my tee DepartmentBro paint like Picasso with the Glocky, he could be an artist (Brrt, buh)Pull up, leave it holey, turn his crib into a tabernacle (Amen)He was talkin' out his neck, got popped up in his Adam's apple (Pow, pow, pow, pow)Opposition couldn't touch a ticket if they had a raffleIn the field, he playin' with that sack, ain't shit to have him tackled (Yeah)They ask why I still ain't sign, they say I'm underratedWalkin' out of Hutch, the pеndant cost a hundred Franklins (Bling)Wocky by the gallon, unky got a hundred casеsDropping chains and whips, the buffies white, they think I'm comin' racistIf I point 'em out, then brodie shooting like he at the twoAin't no "I" in "team", boy, it was never shit to pass an oopIf them piggies caught me up, then I ain't have a clue (Nah)What you make a year is what I blew in Saks Fifth Avenue[Verse 2]Double coffee cup, but I ain't sippin' no espressoLacing Triple S's, tryna find an opp to step onGot the lo' and made 'em find another block to rep on (Yeah)All these Fendi F's, she wanna F me, get the F onWho the fuck you calling when your back against the wall?It's a dirty game, they hate me, so they hacking when I ballDroppin' racks when I'm in Saks, I'm gettin' active in the mallIf I catch an opp, I'm bustin', every strap come with the ballsPauseDog hoes, I might throw a collar on 'emUnc' dissectin' babies in the kitchen, bustin' toddlers openTurned my dreams into realities, bitch, I got tired of hoping (No cap)Catch me in the Lab with Lando, me and brodie Tron potionsCatch an opp, we swinging sticks, it look like Tiger Stadium (Brrt, boom)Brodie think he Tony Stark, you know that iron stay with him (Pow, pow, pow)Every whip exotic, catch us burning tires, racing 'em (Skrrt)[Verse 3]Feeling like I'm Creed in that ring, all my punches hitBrodie shake and baking with that work, tryna bust a brickI could bust an opp, bust a play, then go bust a kit (Yeah)Funny how the streets hot as a stove in the oven mittWhen you playin' with that fire, boy, don't get burntI ain't never need a steering wheel, bitch, I been turntIt was bad, but I knew that it could get worseUp off tip work, unc' could show you how his wrist work (Wrist work)Up the fully, that bitch get to singing like it's Chaka Khan (Brrt)You be taking orders like a worker, boy, you not a donOnly reason I ain't hit your ho is 'cause she not a dimeUp the clipper on him like a barber, he get out of lineGotta play the hand you was dealt, you know life a gambleWas the man back in school, now his life in shamblesBalenciaga for my bitch, I blew five on sandalsBlow me 'cause I'm lit, boy, your bitch treat me like a candle[Verse 4]Twenty in my bitch purse, fifty in my fanny packCatch an opp at 8 AM, we shootin' where his jammies at (Pow, pow, pow)Pull up swinging sticks, I look like Sosa, they think Sammy back (Sammy Sosa)Pull up deep, I got a hundred for you, this a family pack (Whole hundred)Blicky on my hip, boy, I can't wrestle with you (I can't)If I say I got your back, you know I'm stepping with you (I am)Caught you with your mans, now he in Heaven with youI just bought a blick, looking for opps, I'm tryna test my pistol (Where they at?)All this ice up on me, your bitch getting frostbit (Bling, bling)Catch a hat like Virgil, bro'll get you offed quick (Offed quick)Bro ain't building houses, but he livin' off bricks (Off bricks)Used to tell me watch my mouth 'cause all I know is talk shit (Talk shit)All I know is run it up, all bro know is spin the block (All I know)When I'm up in Somerset, think all I know is spending guap (All I know)All I know is I'm the GOAT, the fans tell me I'm him a lotAll I know is we keep scorin', tell them boys to get a stock[Outro]No cap, Dog Shit Militia (How the fuck I'm still unsigned?)
