Fuck, shit, woo, nyah

Hmm, woo, hmm, woo

You walkin' 'round with a point to prove, boy, don't get popped

Huh, yeah, huh

You walkin' 'round with a point to prove, boy, don't get shot (Fuck, brr)

They gotta switch blocks

Turned the yola Harden, then I slap it like it's Chris Rock

Japanese bitch keep a Glock, plus she kickbox

We'll turn 'em— man, what the fuck? Hell nah

What are those?

We'll turn them big ass boots to some flip-flops

Two Glocks, thirty shots, wrapped him like a gift shop

Fuck yo' baby mama, grab your son, then do a TikTok

They gon' have to call the— (Woo)

We done left this bitch hot (Woo)

Worse than the hoes-ass boy, how you dick hop

When it rain, it pours, when I walk out, I'ma drip-drop

Runnin' in the store for a pop, I'm tryna sip—, Uh

Runnin' in the store for a pop, I'm tryna sip Wock'

Nyah, nyah

Uh, fuck

Shit, huh, huh, huh (Hey)

Pull up on they block and drop a ninety from the right angle

With them slimy guys, them grimy guys, don't let your ice dangle

Trippin' off the shrooms, like, "Why my eyes create a triangle?"

Woo, woo

You a Captain Save-A-Ho, I'm the bad guy

If we catch him stealin', burn his body while his hands tied

DSM, the go's the go, bitch, we the franchise

Deep in my bag, I'm lookin' like I'm tryna grab fry

Bitch, where's your friends?

Need the yerky, where's the tens?

Need a script, where's the meds?

Back to y'all, where's the bed?

When I'm 'round the hoes, my favorite question always, "Where's the head?"

I can't go in public no more, I ain't got nowhere to spend

Opps stayin' out the way, so we ain't got nowhere to bend

Shit, just put it on the floor and send the lo' on where to send

Actin' like he on a run, he just goin' nowhere again

Arguin' with my ho late at night, I don't know where I been

Bitch, bye

Hundred shots, now his titi cryin', it's a fish fry

Me and Certi' dumpin' out the window, let us get by

On the road, doin' shows, fuck hoes, get high (Huh, huh, huh)

Tryna get up in our zone, that's a uh-uh

Tryna flick a pic' with bro, that's a uh-uh

Reachin' for somethin' that's froze? That's a uh-uh

Certi' got me in that mode, you hear—

ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia

Long live $cam

You tripped, Certi'