77

NYAH (NYAH, NYAH, NYAH)
NYAH
NYAH

Oh shit, I can't believe you cuffed a big back
(Getta Beats)
I shot the bitch quick like she swing cash
It's more buttons in the whip than a PIN pad
You would think her name Natalie, she got none
I ain't swimmin' in these same vanities, these ain't trunks
I'ma live happily, fuck my ex, she a bum
I got Mamba mentality, you know I need a Buck
Poppin' fake 'codones, he an oxymoron
The way his phone ring, you would think akhy's Sauron
He think he got sold tar, it was probably boron
Huh, yeah
Boast the most, show the most, I'm multitaskin'
All I speak is accurate, that's bullseye action
Lil Fuzz don't got a job, he full-time schmackin'
All that bein' out here savin' hoes is good guy madness
All eyes on me, I feel like Cooper Flagg
We just poured two 16's, you can do the math
You would think Fuzz a trash man, he be movin' bags
I was trippin' with the fake Deezys, Superbad
McLovin, rip duel, riding round with McButtons
And a Big Mac
Wipe your ass, boys, they'll leave you on a shit bag
Feel like Jody how I'm high rollin', it ain't Riff Raff
Leave a paw print on the brick with my dog ass
Why she think all them tats cover up them dog tracks?
We know you usin'
You sweat every time you chat, we just know you boosted
Hakeem Olajutron, I'm very known in Houston
You a L, mans, you just very known for losin'
I'm very known in Gucci, I'm very known in Louis
My bitch bad-bad, boy, she very known in Pucci
They tryna steal the lingo, the stealo
We just go two, three mo', that's a bingo
I been a star since birth, call me Ringo
We gon' shoot it off the door if you cut that Ring on
Tell a hoe, "Cut your finger off, fuck that ring, hoe"
Why you talkin' 'bout a hundred racks? That's just three shows
Why you talkin' 'bout you with the vibes? That's just three hoes
Call me back when you add like 3 more
I'm from the Murder Mitten, we run red lights and rat hoes
Free my unc, he had a red pint and half-bow
Plus he had ten pipes and they was half ghost
The other five had bodies, it's a sad story
Why you make it rain on the strippers with your last forty?
Aw man, and you ain't get no damn orgy?
You went home and whacked off, that's a bad story
Score the play out in Cleveland like I'm Brad Daugherty
You wouldn't have no luck on that road with a rabbit's foot
The one and only Punch God, watch me jab and hook
He is not the Za man, all he had was kush
Oh, you got some pape in your pocket? This a bag of books
This how rappers look, this how rappers live
All that runnin' off with bank plays, get a scammer killed
Need a bitch with a rich archetype just to match my build
Amethysts around scams just to match my grill
The 38 recoilless, counting 30K, my bitch got some crab boiling
I Know your bitch mad, you can't even half-spoil her
Hoes ain't shit, I couldn't even half-loyal her
Crabbe and Goyle, me and brodie doin' magic
Seven after seven, I get like Luka gamblin'
All that cappin', you should go and chew a cactus
Thunderstorm, fast dude, I'm in traffic losin' traction
I'ma do the most 'cause I ain't used to have it
They look like Osiris, but they the newest Lanvins
Why your TV on the hot spot? Boy, the movie laggin'
You would think l'd grab my hoe right up out a beauty pageant
They tryna stop greatness, but they never could
RIP Lil $cam, boy, I'ma forever jugg
We seen your paperwork, you forever cooked
Bust the 'bow open, you would think you smelled a foot
Bitch, I can smell your breath, that's a red flag
Flyin' 'round Lear off a six, that's some jet lag
Ain't no duck, duck, goose, but this a head tap
You drive around a fucked up coupe, I just dropped red 'Lac
Hashtag, "Oops, Jugg, you can't get your bread back"
Played this song back from the top, shit I said that?
Every verse you ever heard, shit, I meant that
$hittyBoyz, Dog $hit Militia 77

(Troncic, Troncic)
NYAH NYAH
Hey, hey