(I was just playin', I was just playin' man, you feel me?)

WipeYaAssBoyz, ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, long live $cam, R.I.P. Chris

Huh, it ain't what you say, it's how you say it

Huh, it ain't what you spray, it's how you spray it

Huh, it ain't what you play, it's how you play it

Off a M523, I'm turning Super Saiyan (Perc)

We'll bounce out a granny V', the Uber playin'

Dog still ain't got no wheels, I'ma call him Uber man

Your bitch blew me down, she a super fan

I can do the purple weed but I can't do the pants

The bud not a Futurama, I'm with Bender 'nem

We made it out the chase cool besides the fender bend

Why you think I'm wearing scrubs? Bitch, I'm selling meds

Put the Crocs in sports mode then go bend again

I'm with Beann and Fordi, that's a hundred milligrams

Ain't a thing changed from school, boy, you still a ham

I can't bring Fuzz out the crib, he might kill a fam'

They just want a picture, I just want a billion

Matter fact scratch that I think I want a trillion

Uh, today I woke up, like fuck rap, let's go catch a killing

Uh, the label asked what I need to sign, I said, "A couple millions"

I got the Gen-6 Glock with a switch on it, it looks futuristic

Uh, bounce out mini micro Drac' and get straight to business

This **** tripped and fell, I got so happy that I started blicking

We dropped forty shots with just two switches in less than a minute

And I— uh, uh, uh

And I ran up dog shit with my rapper friends

This bitch keeps acting stingy with the coochie, I'ma pay to crack her than

I hang with all shiesty ass ****, y'all my cracker friends

The jails took all my killers from me but tizzy back again

I gave her weak dick, I hope she let me crack again

And next time I popping canine 30's to break her mattress in

And I'm still in love with my high school crush, her name is Madison

Huh, and her last name Freeman

I seen her sucking Raheem's dick in the stairwell, I couldn't believe it

She suck dick, her eyes roll to the back of her head, she a demon

And when I take Ecstasy, I get horny, I might eat it

I ain't sip Tris in 72 hours, shit, I'm fiendin'

Free my Baby Ghost, I was with him when the marshals caught him

Touchdown and ram a ho, you know I'm Marshall Faulk-ing

On 8 mile in a Lamb', they think it's March madness

I'm five hundred thou' with no dodge, I'm finna start a family

Before I ever seen a booth I was cracking cards

EMV and MSR, I was jammin' hard

Thank God for AirTags, we gon' track his car

Sick as hell they made airbags, we made him crash his car

He should've died, his momma should've cried

This the WipeYaAssBoyz

Every skit you better do it like your last, boy, or that's your ass, boy

Off a eighth of 'shrooms blasting off like a asteroid

Oh, I'm off canine 30 with these pistols, Glocks in a task force

We dropped 43 shots hit him 18 times that's the last war

I got Glock 26 with no switch, I need a ass for

And lately I've been outside tryna kill, I need to rap more