Skilla Baby, BabyTron - Dogshit Militia lyrics

(MIA JAY C) what up, Skilla?
You cut up on this bitch, JAY C
You cut up on this one, JAY C

White boy'll pull up sharpshootin'
Like I'm Larry Bird flyin' off the Wocky
Spillin' drop on every turn roll an eighth
Spark it up and watch the cherry burn
Forty on my neck, it's RIP
Hutch, ain't go to Gary, nerd
Christians on my feet, demon bitch
She ridin' passenger
Tell her put her head down
Since she actin' bad we cannot compete
You work a job and ain't the manager
Blew a dub
Now I'm walkin' out of Saks draggin' bags
Twenty shows and they all sold out
Brodie paranoid off Perkies
He just whipped the pole out
Unky in Kentucky for the Derby
Beat the road down i don't pop Xans
The Wock' got mе slowed down
You know what they say
What goes around comеs around mSR embosser
Young Tron was fuckin' up your town
We ain't stoppin' no time soon
I'ma run it up for now
I'ma run it up for now
I'ma run it up for yeah (Huh)

I'm so good at gettin' rich
It ain't shit to send a blitz
Five thousand every fit, when I sin, I repent
Slid on the opps in the Raptor, Gary Trent
Five hundred thousand on me
'bout to count up every cent
Two hundred thousand to my jeweler
Got back everything I spent
It's so hard for me to keep
These bitches off me like lint
Pistol whippin' with the glizzy, man
This bitch gon' leave a dent
Turn to a rapper when I throw the buffs on
I'm Clark Kent i be real fuckin' humble 'til
These niggas make me mad i love City Girls
I wanna fuck Yung Miami real bad
Put a hemi engine on my bag
This shit goin' fast
Man, I got some gas that'll get
You higher than some gas
Started on my knuckles, man
I'm really on my feet now
BabyTron, we gon' fuck the city
Up when we drop i just made her climax
I put my chain on her G-spot
Seen the opps, SpotemGottem
Chopper hit 'em with the beatbox
Come on, man
I did so much shit I don't brag about
Really ran some dog shit up
In my hand-me downs
We don't do no drive-bys
We do walk-'em downs
Security, let me beat his ass
Before you toss him out, huh

Pull up to the function just to shoot it up
We really run it, BabyTron
What the fuck they gon' do with us?
Hit my blood system, actin' rude as fuck
Mirror tint on 'em
Still see the whole shit through my buffs
Baby missiles hit his whip
They damn near blew it up
Make a nigga favorite bad bitch come
Home and chew my nuts
Ridin' 'round with some uh, finna do the uh
(Skrrt) we ain't fly to the 'bows, nigga
They flew to us (Nyoom)
Grab them Gen5s and add them switches
Went from rags to riches
Hit the baddest bitches
On the field, I ain't jukin', bitch
We pass on with it
Put that boring-ass gun down
All my mans got switches
Playin' with them gifties, made a fifty
Man, I shitted on that boy, left him shitty
(Damn) spinnin' in the kitty
Fucked around and I got dizzy (Skrrt)
We ain't never been shy with the glizzy
(Nope)
ShittyBoyz, but the chains lookin' pissy
(Damn)
Put in work with my chopstick, I get busy
(Shit)
You got a problem, shit, come get with me
(Come on) every time a nigga bag touch
Down, I hit the griddy, huh

ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia