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If you lost in the sauce, you better figure out Yo lil' stupid-ass Huh, dumbass bitch ShittyBoyz If you lost in the sauce, you better figure out Pull up on a bitch, I'm in her walls but I ain't in her house She ain't sucking dick? David Beckham, I'ma kick her out She ain't sucking dick? Why she here then? (Why?) If it ain't the one above, shit, I don't fear man Sipping Wock' with gang, you drinking beer with yo weird friends Said that I ain't talking? Well you must ain't got no ears then Boy, is you deaf? Think you balling but you playing both sides, boy, is you ref? Shooter came through hitting everything like, damn, boy, is you Steph? Remember looking in that mirror likе, "Shit, boy, is you next?", I'm just playing though (Ha-ha) Been knew I had it from the jump, I'm just saying though (For rеal) This lil' bitch, she need a Oscar, how she playing roles Turn piking with my driver, make her pay the tolls I can't put you on this one shit but I'm 8 and 0 Cuddy got some lines of yellow like he finna paint the road Was you born in Gotham City? You be- man, you be saving hoes (You be saving hoes) I could not really relate, I be saving Pros You ain't part of the Militia then you ain't my bro You ain't tryna bop it while I whip it then you ain't my ho Like, bitch, put yo head down (Damn) SongtexteTryna go to sleep, she tryna go a tenth round Used to be the man, heard he fucking with the help now Shopping with a sixty on me, damn near tore the shelf down Back in high school the hoes did my tests for me (Swear) If you love me, get the new Nike tech for me (Yeah) What's yo bank? If you love me, drop this check for me Since you love me, put yo loyalty to test for me Tour time, I been everywhere I ain't skip a flight to the top, I took every stair If he play with us there, he get buried there On the other side of Greenfield, this ain't Gary wear, ha-ha This that Hutch work Punching in the booth but I'll go back to that punch work (Bing) Where I'm from, when it get like that, better up first Shit, or you could say yo last words Doing one what? I don't know, watch the 'Cat burn (Fuck) I know yo ass tired working nine-to-nine Four thousand dollar pint with a bitch who's fine as wine I don't really give a fuck, guess what? The time is mine's Lil' brodie on the move, won't say a thing, he like a mime "Protect BabyTron at all costs", shit, that's what the fans say Hanging off a cliff one handed, wouldn't fall off Shit, boy, I'm manmade I don't owe nobody (Not a single soul) I done did shit that I ain't told nobody (Not a single soul) Walking past my old hoes, don't know nobody (Lil' slut) Why you got a stick? Ain't finna blow nobody (Brr, lame) Why you got a stick? You ain't finna, yeah (Ha-ha) Three of red, two tens, feeling dead (Like a zomb') Should be getting active, you will chill instead When I step with my brothers, we ain't finna build a bed (ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia) Huh, I am not Will Ferrell (Ha) Why you toting BB guns? Them not real barrels (Lame) In a dirty game, my hands not real sterile (Dirty) You was the good kid It's been up and stuck since the day I found a good BIN Ha, ayy, ShittyBoyz Back in 2016, you know, back then type shit I'm a vet, you a rookie ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia Aus Songtexte Mania