Every Glock is like I'm yeah, bitch
Yeah yeah (Chavo, throw a number)
Ladder hanging out of every Glock
Better not pull up thinking that you Chavo
We ain't wrestling closet full of geese
Might pop out flyer than a pelican
Bitches say the fabric delicate
Work jumping, finna turn around like a 619
Life crazy, boy, you better not lack
Wockiana, dos or better, no
Mike Amiris full of pesos, yeah, bitch
Stan always got a hammer, he like Triple H
Pillow talking just to fuck is
It's enough room to come and eat
Head that I woke up to this
Morning had me running late
V12, if I punch the gas, bet the whip go zoom
You knuckle up? We make sticks go boom
Threw a ten ball to my bitch, told her
Buffies on, blowing Glocky, brodie shoot
Draky put him in a bowtie like he Rick Rude
Nineteen hunnid dollar pair of gym shoes
If I lived the life you live
I'd be pissed too splash God
See the water drop when I drip through
Freak bitch was trying to 69
We'd get to sliding like a ball tire
Dragging bags at the mall tired
Dog Shit Militia touched more chicken
Unky seen more white than a Cracker Barrel
This a Kitty-Cat zooming past Camaros
Unky play with 'bows, fuck around
Spanish mamacita tryna fuck 'cause
Masked up like Mick Foley
Fully automatic blicky and I got
Got a carriage underneath the hood
Try to wrestle? Boy, I'm like the Sandman
Better not try to pick on me
Hit him with the ladder, John Morrison
Bitch, don't even mention that lame nigga
It's like they got something to
Prove when I'm recording them
In Miami tripping just like Stan, bitch
Niggas better Donald Duck
The AR got a Mickey in it
I don't give a fuck about that store
If ain't no giffies in it
Buffies got the rosy diamonds
Pendant got the pissy glisten
Funny how y'all baby blew while
I'm counting Nipsey chicken
If it ain't no pape', Booker T
At the gallery in Houston
I just spent a slip in Gucci
Every fit twenty-five hunnid, shit
I'm getting bougie dog Shit Militia
High as hell in here twisting dookies
Me and gang got the sample
'cause you broke the code
Had to bring reinforcements
You think you macho, Randy Savage
Shit, fuck, damn (Chavo, throw a number)
I ain't even got to say too much
Bitch (Chavo, throw a number)
Yeah, ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia
Better not pull up thinking that you Chavo
Work jumping, finna turn around like a 619
Stan always got a hammer, he like Triple H
You knuckle up? We make sticks go boom
If it ain't no pape', Booker T