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Fuck the fire, we got grease)

Birds of a feather flock together, gang in goose coats

I was lil' dog, now my pape' like Manute Bol

$10K a day, all blues, this a new roll (ooh, it's BlueStrip, baby)

Unky wilding, selling school buses in the school zone

15 hundred on the hoodie, this some new chrome

Fit seven thousand even when I got no shoes on

Bicep in the Backwood, this bitch too strong

Undertaker, I'll slide down, give 'em a tombstone

On the freeway, chopped up in that E-lane

Fully switch got auto-tune, I call it T-pain

Three chains straight from Hutch, yours from eBay

Reach for this chain, leave 'em stretched like it's pregame

You can't slide down, you in that shooter with the cheap tires

I might burn Sam's club down, every piece fire

Ex bitch cooked, had to leave her in the deep fryer

Four thousand on the buffalos, don't think these wires

Sundays, I should've been in church, but I was bag chasing

Someday, your time might come, you better have patience

One way up on the east side, we just scat racing

Up pape' on some haters, leave 'em with the mad faces

Lil' gang some test dummies, they'll crash out

Something like Lamar, I end up in your stash house

It don't mean he ain't a cop just 'cause ain't no badge out

Life a gamble, I'm just on the road, could never crap out

Trackhawk, Trackhawk, shit, we finna stab out

Back to back in traffic, shit, I guess that's what they mad 'bout

Backpack Boyz, Bluegatti, finna pass out

If you ain't up a hundred, you can shut your damn mouth

High as hell, three hundred dollar meal at the Crab House

Down looking bad 'round this bitch, help your mans out

They used to talk down a lot, I heard they fans now

Your favorite rapper's favorite rapper, whipping bands out (bands out)

Your mans in there telling shit

'Vette with the trunk in the front like an elephant

Japanese Fanta, thousand dollar medicine

Engine, it's a hellephant, hear it when I'm revving it

Dog Shit militia, you are not a member

Hitman caught two opps and they got popped together

I might play the new fit tomorrow, gotta watch the weather

Courtside Pistons game, I'll wear Crocs wherever

Riding 'round, trail bottom Strikers, you'd be dumb to try it

Every morning 2018, I went and punched Verizon

Pape' on his head, had my shooter fucking mummify him

Dog a real bitch, ten years, he been run and hiding

Louis V backpack on, it's a hun' inside it

Starbucks cup, crushed ice and some mud inside it

Let me hear it's up, dumb fuck, bet I jump the highest, huh

Either road running or I'm catching flights

Said you paid well, let's go to Hutch and go and test your ice

That's how we'll check the price

Za man, gotta face a zip to go to bed at night

In first place, had to rose gold my medals

Mr. Make It There Quick, got my foot up on the pedal

Got the sleeves up today, I had to show the bezel

.223s slamming, I'll leave it to the pros to wrestle

Everybody got some money now? Shit, I smell cap

Mad as fuck, where the fuck the mail at?

You always in the ashtray like, "Where the tail at?"

Plug pulled up with some bullshit, I can't sell that

Yeah, the dubs feel good, but you gon' see some L's, Jack

How the fuck the engine barking riding in the Hellcat?

Smack the shit out his ass like, "Go and tell that"

Scam God, he waiting on his pape', take his L back

Ayy, ShittyBoyz

Phew, Dog Shit Militia