[Intro]

Yeah

Thrust season in full effect, bitch

I'm 'bout to talk crazy on this one

This shit easy

Turn that shit up, Stan

RIP Chris

ShittyBoyz

[Verse]

Punches hit at the mall, I'm the last to leave

Still in school, need the pieces? Pull up after three

Climbing to the top, I feel the Devil after me

Mastercards in my hand, bitch, I done mastered these

Fit shitty and I got it for the fast and free

Oh, you a fan? Man, I swear you used to laugh at me

Finna hit the road, tell bro to go and grab the keys

[?] go and ask the fiends

ShittyBoyz taking over, bitch, we doing numbers

If my niggas pull up, they are not shooting jumpers

Sleeve Nash flipping cash, man, I'm doing wonders

Two hams on the phone, I call that "Dumb and Dumber"

Bitch had a motormouth, she on hush now

Guess she seen me in my bag, turn around and touchdown

Bitch used to ho me and I guess she got a crush now

Hit yo knees, I'm on thrust mode since I'm up now

Yes, yes, thrust season, it's in full effect

Smacked her with the giffies, nigga, what did you expect?

Already up 3-0, come and get swept

Ran up the check all day and I did not sweat

Tryna add me up? You gon' need a calculator

Jugg, jugg, jugg, I ain't saving shit for later

"BabyTron, can you punch this?", you can't get a favor

Yes, I got the key to the city, I am not a mayor

Get yo hands off my giffies, oh, you off the dog

[?] got the play and then I lost it all

I toss the ball, grab the Visas 'cause it cost a ball

Lil' bitch was choosing, I swear to God she lost her drawers

Used to be a lil' dawg but I had some hard in me

Pray to God for the light 'cause I feel the dark in me

You can't swim, you gon' sink, nigga, got some sharks with me

Ten times out of ten I'ma have the cards with me

Punch God, I'm charged up, now I'm activated

Touch ten off the scams and I ain't even graduated

Kyle Kuzma 'cause when I came in, I was underrated

I love to flex but I swear that they love to hate me

Only thing I'm losing is the count of the blues

At the state border, pray to God I make to through

I'm grinding for the top, only if you really knew

Said that my pieces ain't hitting? Really, dude?

Growing up with some dogs turned me into one

Grinded off a single blue and turned it into some

I want the whole loaf, I ain't really into crumbs

Fucking with that lame? Well I guess that she into bums

Been on the grind so much, ain't got time for sleeping

Talking crazy on the 'Gram? He ain't got time for breathing

On yo ass with no cash? Dawg, you ain't got time for fiending

Bro a hothead, shoot some shit, he don't mind the demons

Yeah, you might be up now but yo time's up

Barber sticks on the strap, come get a line-up

Ran off with the bag then the bullets fuck yo spine up

Yeah, we on our way to the top, we gotta climb up

BabyTron, you probably see me on a turn around

Seen I was Loub' walking made her ass turn around

Y'all niggas' music suck, I'ma just break it down

If you ain't bumping ShittyBoyz then just turn it down

Of course I'll still turn around like a roundabout

Oh, you want some shoes? Baby, what's that mouth about

Hoes yelling ShittyBoyz, that's what the shouting 'bout

You got some quiet-ass pockets with the loudest mouth

Lots of mouth but no action, come and do something

You gotta learn you take some dubs and you lose some

I'm talking shit, I hit the mall and then I ain't lose once

Said that I'm broke? Yeah, you tripping, tie yo shoes up