ShittyBoyz, Dog $hit Milita
Brrt, ha, brrt, ha, brrt
Ride around with the chop', ride around with the Glock
Ride around sipping Wock', ride around with the Ock'
Brrt, phew, brrt, brrt-brrt-brrt
Ride around with the chop', ride around with the Glock
Ride around sipping Wock', ride around with the Ock'
Brrt, skrrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, phew, brrt (you're not making this easy, Kyle)
Ride around with the chop', ride around with the Glock
Ride around sipping Wock', ride around with the Ock'
Brrt, phew, brrt, ah-ah
Ride around with the chop', ride around with the Glock
Ride around sipping Wock', ride around with the Ock'
Brrt, phew, phew-phew
Top shelf zaza, we got all flavors
Smoke an opp out of 'Wood or a raw paper
How I ball, shit, I could've been a all-stater
Full court'll get you dropped like a jawbreaker (swish)
Ha, brrt-brrt, phew, bah
Ride around with the chop', ride around with the Glock
Ride around sipping Wock', ride around with the Ock'
Brrt, phew, brrt, brrt-brrt-brrt
Ride around with the chop', ride around with the Glock
Ride around sipping Wock', ride around with the Ock'
Brrt, skrrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, phew, brrt
Bro told me follow my dreams (bro told me follow my, yeah)
Down for a murder, Bravado the jeans (bravado the, yeah)
Five dollar piece so I got it for free (yeah, I got it for free)
Shooter down court, bet he poppin' the three
But we see him up close? Bet we hoppin' on feet
See if they post, we gon' crop and delete
Winter time grind, finna hop in the Jeep (skrrt, skrrt)
Straight there and back, we ain't stoppin' to eat (we ain't stoppin' to eat)
Shit, we up now, ain't no knockin' the team
I'll whip it out now, got a knot in my jeans
I'll whip it out now, got a knot in my jeans
I'll whip it out now, got a knot in my jeans
Shit, ain't no knockin' the team
Pradas on my feet, these the Cloudbust
F*ck shooting at the crib, blow the house up
Phone on DND, I'm tryna count up
Shit (yeah)
I'm in first place, last place the worst place
Jeans full of blue and green like it's Earth Day
Foreign words, I can't read what the shirt say
Shit (yeah)
Shit (yeah)
Shit (yeah)
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ShittyBoyz, Dog $hit Milita
Brrt, ha, brrt, ha, brrt
Ride around with the chop', ride around with the Glock
Ride around sipping Wock', ride around with the Ock'
Brrt, phew, brrt, brrt-brrt-brrt
Ride around with the chop', ride around with the Glock
Ride around sipping Wock', ride around with the Ock'
Brrt, skrrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, phew, brrt (you're not making this easy, Kyle)
Ride around with the chop', ride around with the Glock
Ride around sipping Wock', ride around with the Ock'
Brrt, phew, brrt, ah-ah
Ride around with the chop', ride around with the Glock
Ride around sipping Wock', ride around with the Ock'
Brrt, phew, phew-phew
Top shelf zaza, we got all flavors
Smoke an opp out of 'Wood or a raw paper
How I ball, shit, I could've been a all-stater
Full court'll get you dropped like a jawbreaker (swish)
Ha, brrt-brrt, phew, bah
Ride around with the chop', ride around with the Glock
Ride around sipping Wock', ride around with the Ock'
Brrt, phew, brrt, brrt-brrt-brrt
Ride around with the chop', ride around with the Glock
Ride around sipping Wock', ride around with the Ock'
Brrt, skrrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, phew, brrt
Bro told me follow my dreams (bro told me follow my, yeah)
Down for a murder, Bravado the jeans (bravado the, yeah)
Five dollar piece so I got it for free (yeah, I got it for free)
Shooter down court, bet he poppin' the three
But we see him up close? Bet we hoppin' on feet
See if they post, we gon' crop and delete
Winter time grind, finna hop in the Jeep (skrrt, skrrt)
Straight there and back, we ain't stoppin' to eat (we ain't stoppin' to eat)
Shit, we up now, ain't no knockin' the team
I'll whip it out now, got a knot in my jeans
I'll whip it out now, got a knot in my jeans
I'll whip it out now, got a knot in my jeans
Shit, ain't no knockin' the team
Pradas on my feet, these the Cloudbust
F*ck shooting at the crib, blow the house up
Phone on DND, I'm tryna count up
Shit (yeah)
I'm in first place, last place the worst place
Jeans full of blue and green like it's Earth Day
Foreign words, I can't read what the shirt say
Shit (yeah)
Shit (yeah)
Shit (yeah)
Brrt, ha, brrt, ha, brrt
Ride around with the chop', ride around with the Glock
Ride around sipping Wock', ride around with the Ock'
Brrt, phew, brrt, brrt-brrt-brrt
Ride around with the chop', ride around with the Glock
Ride around sipping Wock', ride around with the Ock'
Brrt, skrrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, phew, brrt (you're not making this easy, Kyle)
Ride around with the chop', ride around with the Glock
Ride around sipping Wock', ride around with the Ock'
Brrt, phew, brrt, ah-ah
Ride around with the chop', ride around with the Glock
Ride around sipping Wock', ride around with the Ock'
Brrt, phew, phew-phew
Top shelf zaza, we got all flavors
Smoke an opp out of 'Wood or a raw paper
How I ball, shit, I could've been a all-stater
Full court'll get you dropped like a jawbreaker (swish)
Ha, brrt-brrt, phew, bah
Ride around with the chop', ride around with the Glock
Ride around sipping Wock', ride around with the Ock'
Brrt, phew, brrt, brrt-brrt-brrt
Ride around with the chop', ride around with the Glock
Ride around sipping Wock', ride around with the Ock'
Brrt, skrrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, phew, brrt
Bro told me follow my dreams (bro told me follow my, yeah)
Down for a murder, Bravado the jeans (bravado the, yeah)
Five dollar piece so I got it for free (yeah, I got it for free)
Shooter down court, bet he poppin' the three
But we see him up close? Bet we hoppin' on feet
See if they post, we gon' crop and delete
Winter time grind, finna hop in the Jeep (skrrt, skrrt)
Straight there and back, we ain't stoppin' to eat (we ain't stoppin' to eat)
Shit, we up now, ain't no knockin' the team
I'll whip it out now, got a knot in my jeans
I'll whip it out now, got a knot in my jeans
I'll whip it out now, got a knot in my jeans
Shit, ain't no knockin' the team
Pradas on my feet, these the Cloudbust
F*ck shooting at the crib, blow the house up
Phone on DND, I'm tryna count up
Shit (yeah)
I'm in first place, last place the worst place
Jeans full of blue and green like it's Earth Day
Foreign words, I can't read what the shirt say
Shit (yeah)
Shit (yeah)
Shit (yeah)
Writer: James Johnson III
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Copyright: Lyrics © EMPIRE PUBLISHING