[Intro: BabyTron]

ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, long live $cam

Hey, hey, ayy (Meech)

[Verse 1: BabyTron]

Gen5 with the glitch

It ain't a single SI in my kit

Buffed up, spent a dime on the sticks

Shit, I'm stingy with my drank, can't lend a line of the Tris

That shit equals money, you be spendin' time with the bitch?

Why you in the kitchen? Can't even stretch a five to a six

Was the first to up it, shit, I felt the vibe when it switched

Show 'em that the field real, they televisin' the blitz

[Verse 2: Baby Ghost]

Free Da Yung OG

I can't tell who on my side, gotta watch my back

Bitch tried to set the play, now she gotta watch her back

No DVD, we be gettin' niggas smacked

She just got her hair done, she said don't grab her tracks, but I'm still gon' do it

Bro keep tellin' me don't do it, but I'm still gon' shoot it

I be beatin' bitches with belts, I think I'm Pootie

Shot a nigga in his head, I think he pooted

Off two Percs and some Trish, I'm in this bitch droolin'

[Verse 3: BabyTron]

Mixed the Addies with the shrooms, I'm in this bitch zooted

Dropped a deuce of the juice, I'm in this bitch snoozin'

TRX, I'll throw that bitch in launch, I'm in this bitch cruisin'

One me, three buttons, shit, I'm in this bitch coolin'

I think it's time to give the doggy charm a big Cuban

Eurosteppin', shootin', you can't even tell I quit hoopin'

She done threw up off the V-cuts, the Lyft ruined

Really duckin' wreck, you just sittin' at the crib boostin'

It's just me and Baby Ghost

Blowin' opps out the 'bow, this ain't eighthy smoke

Bust down my Audemars

You don't even wanna know the price, it damn near cost an arm

Slidin' down this block with some jewelry on, be done lost a charm

Fuck off top, I don't think, this shit off the heart

Tax terrorist, I bet he ain't gon' ball 'til March

All the pieces came together, hope that they don't fall apart

[Verse 4: Baby Ghost]

Nigga, why you mad at me? I ain't take your kit

You should be mad at OT, he took your switch

Chase a nigga down on his block, I'm a fuckin' pit

Bitch, I don't want you no more, what you don't get?

That bitch be lettin' everybody fuck

Bitch, when JP got switch, everybody fucked

Spray the fully in the crowd, make everybody duck

Smokin' on this dead-ass nigga got everybody stuck

I bet next time they see us, everything tucked

Every time we bump into an opp, everybody up

Take a nigga Carti' off his wrist, now lil' bro bust

Every time bro shoot, I'm gon' bust

Me and bro popped your mans

19K in my pocket, I dropped a band

I'm tryna fuck, I hope she don't know I popped her friend

Turn into the old me and get to poppin' Xans (Meech)