OMG lyrics

[Intro]
(Gavin on the beat)
Dog $hit Militia, ha-ha, yeah, b*tch
Dog $hit Militia, ha-ha, b*tch, yeah, okay

[Verse]
Dog $hit Militia, b*tch, we tripping at the Ritz-Carlton
Every outfit I throw on, know the blick part of it
They ain't even opposition, they just di*k gargling
At the club mean-mugging, in this b*tch starting sh*t
Thirty big .308s, bet this b*tch parking sh*t
I rock Chrome now and then but I been heartless, b*tch
I be chilling in the 'burbs but my crib far as sh*t
Put a muzzle on them b*tches if yo pits bark again
Okay, okay, huh
She like, "OMG, boy, you got stacks," she think I'm GMO
b*tch, we call that one opp Caitlyn Jenner, we know he a ho
If they think they f*cking with us then they must can't see the score
Closet like a ocean, getting dressed, I think I need a boat
Every time I look into a mirror, why I see a GOAT?
Got a red light underneath the Glocky, thinking he on go
Bro infatuated with the drank, he might just pee a four
(Dog $hit Militia, f*ck is you talking 'bout? Yeah, whole lot of that)
Thirty in the Glock, b*tch, I'm war ready
I might throw a dub at the strip and leave the floor messy
Twenty 201s in this whip, you know I'm store ready
Brodie start his day off with a six, he only pour heavy
I knew I was finna get the neck before this whore met me
I might buy a booty for my b*tch and make her more sexy
Barking in the Kitty, f*ck I look like tryna floor Chevys? (Skrrt-skrrt)
This a Glock party, I told gang, "Throw yo sticks up"
Thinking that she loyal? Boy, you finna get yo b*tch f*cked
Stay on P's and Q's, I can't tolerate no slip-ups
Facing Turtle Pie and Tiramisu, gang got big lungs
Yeah, huh
b*tch, I'm finna blow like a IED
I won't stop hitting model b*tches till I'm ninety-three
Feel like Lipton with this Glockiana, I'll ice his tee
This a Glocky with the switch attached
Do I SRT the Jeep or do I get a 'Cat? (Skrrt)
Brodie fly exotics out, he Mister Send The Pack
Took yo yearly salary and spent that sh*t in Saks
They couldn't f*ck with me then, they can't f*ck with me now
They gon' break yo lil' heart, you put your trust in these thots
I ain't even have to speak, yo b*tch done jumped on my c*ck
It's a hunnid in this f*cker, get it dumped on your block
Brodie dropped a Presidential like he f*ck with Barack
Unky got the dirty baby blicky tucked in his sock
Got more weapons than the Navy, who the f*ck finna box?
Brodie aim for obligadas, better duck if he pop
Hollow tip nine-milli's, that's what's stuffed in my Glock
Threw this b*tch seal crack and double cups full of Wock'
Finna shoot to Fogo de, I need lunch when I shop
Had to tell her, "I ain't even tryna f*ck, give me top"
[Outro]
Huh, yeah
sh*ttyBoyz, Dog $hit Militia, that's on every song, f*ck is you talking 'bout?
Yeah, though