Treat the presi' just like JFK nem
I could treat the presi' just like JFK and blow the face
I should
'Bout to huh, huh
'Bout to treat the presi' just like
'Bout to treat the presi' just like JFK and blow the face
You would think my niggas beef with Kendrick how they blow the Drac'
Tell them niggas they ain't faster than me on my slowest day
And my buffies white as BabyTron, but my soda ain't
Leavin' out of Hutchy, bitch, I'm finna make it snow today
Stay on point with thirty niggas, think I hoop for Golden State
F&N, Smithy, Glocky, I don't know what pole to play
They think we doin' MMA the way we throwin' 'bows today
Do the dash rockin' Ricky, I ain't Bobby, though
Smokin' in the foreign like I'm Fivio
Turn him to a ghost, I let the Tommy blow
Pockets shitty, wrist pissy, I ain't gotta potty, though
The hitstick ain't for tacklin' opps
When they say it's on the floor, we get active with mops
It's wintertime, is you stackin' or not?
Bitch, I'm rockin' Gucci, better duck or I'm tappin' the top
Bitches off the 42, the Glocky hold a 31
Don't know how my record clean, I'm totin' all these dirty guns
Would've thought these bitches migrated how them birdies come
Johnny Storm with the torch, I catch him, I'm gon' burn him up
Turn a Royal Rumble to a ladder match
I'll take her lil' heart and shatter that
I bet the fully make him scatter back
How I popped a corn in this shit, you'd think he Cracker Jack
Every cup full of mud, used to play in the dirt
Clutchin' on my lil' Uzi, I'm racin' a Vert
Catch an opp, put his face on a shirt
Pop him on the second if I don't get my pape' on the first
Every teller know me at the PNC
Rock him for that chicken like he PnB
I think his money phone stay on DND
How we shootin', throw our highlight reel up on TNT
Switchy put a hundred hoes in his V
Tryna see if I can fit a hundred hoes in this Jeep
Could run through a hundred O's in a week
With Militia, your bitch took a hundred souls, she a freak
We ain't sellin' silverware, but we got 'bows for the cheap
All this steppin' I've been doin', scuffed the soles on my sneaks
Got a flash on my Glocky, make him pose for the heat
Think my niggas nerds, only thing they know is to geek
Bitch, Dog Shit Militia
Gang
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