Maroon 5 lyrics

[Intro: BabyTron]
Nyah
sh*ttyBoyz, Dog sh*t Militia

[Verse 1: BabyTron]
Bought the jeans yesterday, but sh*t, the shoes newer (Ooh)
He up hundreds once a year, that boy a blue mooner (Lame)
Twenty hoes versus me, I ain't a YouTuber
When it come to L's, I bounce back, you a boo-hooer (Nyah)
You better warn the driver 'cause we shoot Ubers
Black trucks in Manhattan, we ain't never used scooters
Big ten milli with the glitchie, you a deuce-deucer
Zotti smellin' like a litterbox, like where's the poop scooper?
Spent sixty-six on this Cuban, Yasiel Puig
Actin' like the brick man, at most, you probably sell weed (Man)
If we got flicked right now, you'd probably tell on me
What I mean is if I pull over, it's probably felonies
How the f*ck my shooter ain't on Billboard, all these hits he got?
He just met the juice man and cop, that's a risky pop
Went from rock bottom underground to the tippy top (Top)
Ball hog with the chop, I'm takin' sixty shots

[Verse 2: TrDee]
(Brrt, fah-fah, frrt)
Oh, you a funny guy (Oh)
What is that, a .7? Ain't no way you gettin' high
I be livin' like a pilot, every day I'm gettin' fly (Fly)
I be with the head tappers, we ain't shootin' in the sky
Real n*gga comin' through, make some room
Tron in this b*tch trippin', talkin' crazy off of shrooms (sh*t)
You can't catch me in that bucket, push the pedal, it don't zoom
Gang and them just dropped a five, finna turn the Sprite maroon (Let's go)
I don't gangbang, SBDSM to the end (sh*ttyBoyz)
Really one of one like you might just get smacked, you call me twin
Really him, no, I'm not them, so, b*tch, you better come correct (I'm him)
I'll pull up ballin' on you n*ggas, I don't have to stretch (f*ck, ballin')
I be standin' on business, please don't take it personal (Ha, ha)
f*ck I look like battle rappin' rappers? I ain't Arsonal (The f*ck?)
Baby, I'ma keep it real with you, I ain't perfect, though (I'm not)
You be bitter hatin' on your own n*ggas on the low (For real?)
That sh*t weak (Damn)
[Verse 3: StanWill]
Huh, b*tch, you know what time is, all I see is money lookin' at my Datejust
Reachin' for my Rollie, end up like it, get your face bust
I'll get your gang touched, I'll get your bae f*cked
Don't invite no b*tches to this tele if they ain't sl*ts
Fifth generation Glock, I'll end his bloodline
b*tch, I'm chasin' money every single day the sun shine
Think we shadow boxin' in the strip, we sendin' ones flyin'
Funds over fun, funny doggy pockets fun-sized
Pull it out the bank to blow some money at the mall
Could be Nature Valley, I ain't crumbier than y'all
Everybody scorin', all my buddies get the ball
b*tch, I'm skrrtin' in the kitty, might catch Cuddy with some dog
Lumberjack your b*tch, I stuffed her tummy with some log
She be on my di*k, she tryna suck me out my drawers
I don't do no playin', if you touch me, you get paused
Get your b*tch, she keep on askin', "Do you love me?" I'm like, "Naw"

[Outro: StanWill]
Huh, b*tch, Dog sh*t Militia