Sirloin

(Getta Beats)
Phew
Hey

Huh, hey, it's on the dance floor
If you ain't hip to the militia, bet your mans know
They thought I pulled up Cybertruck, but that's just Lando
Ain't no honor for a thief, but still'll up a scam roll
Millionaire IRL-ies, ain't no V-Bucks
Fuck a branch, boy, I'm rollin' up some tree trunks
He was fly, once upon a time, got his wings cut
Hypebeast shit, I'm rollin' up Supreme Runtz
Too school, Tronny just like the Dean, huh
Culture-scan element, I got Supreme trunks
I'm a mean fuck, I need a mean slut
Mike Amiri, pizza crust, bitch, the jeans stuffed
You not trim off of Tek and Supreme dunks
Shoota got so many Bs, I bet he sting some
OG with the CVVs, I bet I ping some
Two movie clips taped, second one a rerun
Thirsty ho', must've left your drink in the car
Transport a dead skunk, shit, it stink in the car
Ain't never touch a M 'cause you thinkin' too hard
It's the deep end, you better not bleed by them sharks
How she got all that sex drive with no car?
Unc' stay on the operation, his life Ozark
The Arturus sittin' lower than a go-kart
Rockin' fake Chrome, shit, he got on Gold Heart
I'll rock a Richie in the Rollie store
Boy, yo' pops too dusty, that make you Cody Rose
She sent a paragraph, I just text, "Okie-doke"
We don't do the step no more, get a brick, hokey-poke
I don't fuck with T-Bones, get a sirloin
How you steal from big bro? Damn, that's a girl choice
And if you fuck with the other side, fuck you too
Yeah, I'm a rude fuck, but my bitch stuck up too
G.R cool, but y'all got a few burgers
Yeah, I seen that lil' live, I got a few lurkers
If we catch them boys outside, that's a few murdered
Fah, fah, fah, fah, brrt
Lil' cuz in middle school with more rank than y'all
How my unborn kid got more pape' than y'all?
Hit a home run from downtown, basic ball
Everything fun and games 'til you gotta face the boss
Reptile on my collar, but it ain't Lacoste
First deal had him suicidal, he can't take a loss
When you fall, you gon' stay down or just shake it off
Two letters, P-H, lil' boy, this ain't a loss
Two letters, C-H, RIP scam, M&S run P-A to the six, man
The RPs hold me up like a kickstand
I was the talk of town way before them Kik chats
Chocolate seats, red wrap, Kit-Kat
Gimme that, LOL, come get your kit back
Gimme that, LOL, come get your stick back
Actin' like a dime, that bitch ain't even a knickknack, seriously
Lil' fuzz bad as shit, he promote violence
Holdin' both my wrists up, I promote diamonds
When they get me in that room, I promote-
The way the opps live, you would think that they promote dyin'
TBH, if your shoes stink, I won't sign 'em
I was pullin' six-second skits before Dope Island
You got that old Presi' on, Joe Biden
TRX, I'm just flyin' through the snow, glidin'
I don't smoke tails and my bitch don't either
Her nails too long, and shit, I got a turkey bag
He sent it through the mail like we weren't gon' keep 'em
Everything profit, shit, we made a thirty flat
Pootie Tang, BTA, shit, you Dirty D
That's three-point-five million plus when we thirty deep
Yeah, you might've cranked the knob, but you ain't turnt as me
They think we spilled wine in the Cat, seats burgundy

Hey, $hittyBoyz
Dogshit Militia, Long Live $cam
RIP Chris, T-Double-H-L, shit
Fuck Earth, this shit galactic
You hip, Skip? Huh
Hey, hey, hey, $hittyBoyz