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Nyah ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia Bought the jeans yesterday, but shit, the shoes newer (Ooh) He up hundreds once a year, that boy a blue mooner (Lame) Twenty hoes versus me, I ain't a YouTuber When it come to L's, I bounce back, you a boo-hooer (Nyah) You better warn the driver 'cause we shoot Ubers Black trucks in Manhattan, we ain't never used scooters Big ten milli with the glitchie, you a deuce-deucer Zotti smellin' like a litterbox, like where's the poop scooper? Spent sixty-six on this Cuban, Yasiel Puig Actin' like the brick man, at most, you probably sell weed (Man) If we got flicked right now, you'd probably tell on me What I mean is if I pull over, it's probably felonies How the fuck my shooter ain't on Billboard, all these hits he got? He just met the juice man and cop, that's a risky pop Went from rock bottom underground to the tippy top (Top) Ball hog with the chop, I'm takin' sixty shots (Brrt, fah-fah, frrt) Oh, you a funny guy (Oh) What is that, a .7? Ain't no way you gettin' high I be livin' like a pilot, every day I'm gettin' fly (Fly) I be with the head tappers, we ain't shootin' in the sky Real nigga comin' through, make some room Letras de cancionesTron in this bitch trippin', talkin' crazy off of shrooms (Shit) You can't catch me in that bucket, push the pedal, it don't zoom Gang and them just dropped a five, finna turn the Sprite maroon (Let's go) I don't gangbang, SBDSM to the end (ShittyBoyz) Really one of one like you might just get smacked, you call me twin Really him, no, I'm not them, so, bitch, you better come correct (I'm him) I'll pull up ballin' on you niggas, I don't have to stretch (Fuck, ballin') I be standin' on business, please don't take it personal (Ha, ha) Fuck I look like battle rappin' rappers? I ain't Arsonal (The fuck?) Baby, I'ma keep it real with you, I ain't perfect, though (I'm not) You be bitter hatin' on your own niggas on the low (For real?) That shit weak (Damn) Huh, bitch, you know what time is, all I see is money lookin' at my Datejust Reachin' for my Rollie, end up like it, get your face bust I'll get your gang touched, I'll get your bae fucked Don't invite no bitches to this tele if they ain't sluts Fifth generation Glock, I'll end his bloodline Bitch, I'm chasin' money every single day the sun shine Think we shadow boxin' in the strip, we sendin' ones flyin' Funds over fun, funny doggy pockets fun-sized Pull it out the bank to blow some money at the mall Could be Nature Valley, I ain't crumbier than y'all Everybody scorin', all my buddies get the ball Bitch, I'm skrrtin' in the kitty, might catch Cuddy with some dog Lumberjack your bitch, I stuffed her tummy with some log She be on my dick, she tryna suck me out my drawers I don't do no playin', if you touch me, you get paused Get your bitch, she keep on askin', "Do you love me?" I'm like, "Naw" Huh, bitch, Dog Shit Militia From Letras Mania