[Part I]

[Intro: BabyTron]

(Enrgy made this one)

Woo, hey

Long live $cams

SBDSM, T-double-H-L

You know

[Verse 1: BabyTron]

Bitch, I grew up in the jungle with the animals

Wock' mixed with Crush, cup thick like a Danimal

Bitch popped a ten and tried to eat me like a cannibal

Backdoor season, they ain’t know it was retractable

Jeffin' like you jam, DCin' like the capitol

Quarter of the Boomies, everything feeling magical

Hundred oranges, she ain’t pop 'em, though, they in her vaginal

Dog Shit Militia, when it's warfare, we tactical

Let my white boy test thе work, he said it's radical

Ain't no numbers in them columns, you ain't valuablе

Tryna stuff a hundred in these jeans, bein' irrational

God strike me down if I ain't in here speakin’ factual, Shitty Boyz

[Verse 2: Babyfxce E]

If the lil’ bitch goin', I can’t get mad at you (Nigga)

I left brodie at the crib 'cause he too fast to shoot (Yup)

I think I need a leaf bag, them turkey bags is through

Walk in with a Goyard on my back, the Birkin bag for you if you play it right (Huh)

It's glow sights on the Glock 9 so we can play at night

It's recommended you get a feat’ from me, this bitch'll change your life

40 on me, not no WD, this bitch'll change your bite

If your team ain't got no dub yet, you need to change your five

Oh, shit, I think I just fucked up (Yeah)

Was 'posed to sell this drank, but I poured it in my cup (Damn)

I had to make a hundred thousand, forty ain't enough (At all)

FiFi ain't get pulled over with them yops, but forty in her gut, she a stuffer

Made 'em buy the Smitty over the Glock, said that bitch was rougher

The gun jammed and dog an opp, man, his ass a buster

I done caught up to you niggas, got tired of bein' mustard

I bought a Century Arms K, got tired of all them Russians

[Verse 3: BabyTron]

I was fuckin' on that slut while you was callin' cussin'

You can't give fifty percent, this shit all or nothin'

Wanna make a zombie, get some work, take some naw and cut it

Cut a branch from the family tree, we just offed his cousin

Stash five thousand Andrew Jacks, that's a tall hundred

Three of Quaggy-aggy, feel like I just tapped the pause button

Heard you hit that runner, off a hug, you could've caught somethin'

It could be the 'site or the booth, we can talk punches

Caught an opp out, excuse my French, I had to fry his ass

Doggy got his kit on, someone grab the magnifying glass

[Verse 4: Babyfxce E]

Bro got a kit with no blick, I'm finna try his ass

Take a nigga ice off his wrist, see if our sizes match

Don't drive slow down this block, 'cause you could die for that

Don't ask to sip my damn pop, I paid the high for that

You'll never see my damn Glock, he too shy for that

He seen his car on my Snapchat, I made him buy it back

[Part II]

[Intro: Babyfxce E]

(Damjonboi)

Yeah

It's with an X, nigga

Fxce

[Verse: Babyfxce E & BabyTron]

I'm locked in with the reaper like I'm Billy or somethin'

I'm a G.O.A.T., my mama should've named me Billy or somethin'

Seven figures worth of game, I feel like Wallo and Gillie

This bitch ain't good for shit unless it's swallowin' glizzy

Brodie sent a hundred shots, I'm finna follow with fifty

Bitch said she might be pregnant, I made her swallow this Henny

Crunch it down and turn his taco to some nachos with switchy

I ain't gettin' groceries, lil' bitch, I'm shoppin' for giffies

It's summertime, so rap bars and Hellcats is all I sell

I did a feature and eyeballed a verse 'cause I ain't had no scale

Bitch, you want a job? Go grab the mail

Tryna race in that Scat, watch this Hellcat prevail

Woke up at one, 'cause I don't really fuck with 12

Boys probably think I'm Mexican, 'cause they keep pickin' up my shells

Mobile banking glitching up, I got a thirty stuck on Zelle

Life been heavenly lately, just know I had enough of hell

I done had enough of all this shit

I knew that I was gon' be rich, I should've called that shit

Fuck around, get pistol whipped, you don't unball your fist

We just found that night job, finna stalk your shift

We already stole that nigga 'Cat, I'm finna dog his bitch

I just beat her off a pack, she tryna call it quits

When they put me in that room, I acted like I lost my lips

Overdid the Stilpane, let me call my lift

Let me call my bitch, fuck, I drank up all the Trish

I didn't used to like that shit, I think I found my itch

Givin' flavors smell tests, like, "Shit, how much a pound of this?"

We been up for so long, forgot that down exist

Yeah, my hands crampin', finna throw this shit up in the money counter

Thought he was connected with some Cubans, sent him funny powder

If he buy that shit with all quarters, then he an unky probably

Lil' pretty bitch, all I want is sucky-fucky out her

The little bitch pussy good, but I don't really give a fuck about her

Doggy got the ho in front of jury, put the cuffs around her

I say fuck Your Honor

My mans a drankhead, can't even leave my cup around him

They tried to set some booby traps, but I just snuck around 'emThese some Geobaskets, 'cause you can't rock no Chucks around me

If you a pit', then why your tail always tucked around me?

Pull off in the TRX, you think my brother got you

You been in your hustle bag? Don't let the summer stop you

Keep your chains tucked, 'cause cuddy, he'd love to rob you

He'd love to kill you, nigga, you won't never feel me

Banana clip up on the Drac', so you will never peel me

Witchcraft with Wocky, pourin' potion, prayin' that it heal me

Plug sent a couple bricks, he Shaquille O'Nealed me

Spent three thousand on a jacket 'cause it was gettin' chilly

Done beat the road down from Oregon to Mississippi

[Outro: BabyTron]

Shitty Boyz, Dog Shit Militia

Long live $cammer

What's the deal, E?