[Intro: BabyTron]

I had the chance (Whew)

To make love to you again (Hey, bitch, me and Brando, we are on it)

I'd hold you in my arms (Hey, hey)

And I'd never let it end (Bitch)

[Verse 1: BabyTron]

Sneaks European but the Drac' Russian

Twenty deep with the gang, got the stage jumping

Money talk nowadays, I don't say nothing

Like I'm playing shortstop, I know that it's a play coming

129 BPM, that's for SB

It's a dirty game like fuck what the ref see

Talking 'bout the deep? You ain't even got no wet feet

Woke up and made a ten, you was in the bed sleep

Hit the club, make it hail, snow, and sleet

Ten toes, two feet, boy, it ain't no ho in me

Bluе hundreds, red sneaks, and I'm in hеre pouring pink

DSM at the top, shit, that's how it's 'posed to be

Been working, whip skrrting, pulling up, they get nervous

Akhi caught a body in it, had to go and switch turbans

This the Glockiana walk, would've thought my hip hurting

You ain't even make a thousand, was that lil' trip worth it?

[Verse 2: TrDee]

Why the fuck they still sleep like they took a Xanny?

Left my kids on her couch like the bitch a nanny

Where the real bitches at? I don't know any

I could never be fake, it is not in me

I be all in her guts when she don't answer

If you really want smoke with us, you must want cancer

I'm doing two-twenty, still tryna go faster

They gon' talk no matter what you do so it don't matter

If I had a chance to beat it up, boy, I probably would

No cap, me and Tron used to really jugg

Metal on me like a knight, you can call me "Suge"

Keep in stock a choppy, pulled up on 'em like, "What's good?"

You ain't good at rapping but your people scared to tell you that

Riding 'round in the two-seater with the ceiling back

You ain't gotta tell me 'bout no money 'cause I'm where it's at

Bitch booty got some recoil 'cause it's really fat

[Verse 3: StanWill]

We don't shoot once, we got weapons ready

Dior did the sneaks, I ain't stepping petty

2022, me and gang pressing heavy

Jam fam' when I'm checking out, I don't mess with Jelly

Online punching shit like I'm GGG

Stomp a opp face in, now my Yeezy's creased

Got yo baby tryna F like I'm Weezy Wee

Big bop stick, who the fuck want a piece of me?

Shit, all this ice got my nose stuffing

I ain't on stage at the strip but I'm pole clutching

Fully K, boy, this ho Russian

Got a paper cut, I can't even do no more thumbing

All I'm missing is a real bitch with a fat booty

We got twenty blickies in this whip, we don't lack, goofy

Put his brains in that motherfucker, left his lap gooey

You can go and check our spreadsheet, every stat booming

[Outro: TrDee & BabyTron]

Left his lap gooey? Fuck, Stanley

Big ShittyBoy shit

It's the ShittyBoyz clique, we been shitting

Niggas can't fuck with us, never will

Bitch

Uh, would've thought the AMG a porta-potty (ShittyBoyz)

Man, some shit in here, no cap (ShittyBoyz)

Fuck you talking 'bout? (ShittyBoyz, ShittyBoyz)

Stanley, Stanley, put that strap away, Stanley (ShittyBoyz, ShittyBoyz, ShittyBoyz)

(Me and Brando, we are on it)

Fuck