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(Album: MegaTron 2 - 2023)


Fuck, shit, woo, nyah
Hmm, woo, hmm, woo

You walking 'round with a point to prove
Boy, don't get popped
Huh, yeah, haha
You walking 'round with a point to prove
Boy, don't get shot (Fuck, brr), they gotta switch blocks
Turned the yo to 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 yo' 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
Running in the sto' for a pop, I'm tryna sip (Uh)
Running in the sto' for a pop, I'm tryna sip Wock'

Nah, nah
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
Tripping 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 stealing, burn his body while his hands tied
DSM, the go's the go, bitch, we the franchise
Deep in my bag, I'm looking like I'm tryna grab fry
Bitch, where's yo' 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 staying 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
Acting like he on the run, he just going nowhere again
Arguing with my ho late at night, I don't know where I been
Bitch, bye
Hundred shots, now his titi crying, it's a fish fry
Me and Certi' dumping out the window, let us get by
On the road, doing 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
Reaching for something 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'

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