[Intro: TrDee]

(Shit, that's a Danny G beat)

(Getta Beats)

Ayy

[Verse 1: TrDee]

I can turn a cashier into Kash Doll

Use to be the little man to 'em, I can brag now

Tapped in like Wi-Fi, I don't lag out

Push to start just to get us warm and then I stab out

It ain't too many like me, I'm a rare breed

Did I mention when I heard your song it made my ear bleed?

Say the word then it coming like a stampede

Told your bitch to ignore your call so we can proceed

Went to sleep feeling like the shit, I woke up at two

Man, I seen that roll before, that is not new

Glock-10 and bald headed, hit 'em with a Caillou

Sick of this fake shit around, you a achoo

[Verse 2: BabyTron]

Huh

Rock and ride with this Drac', I'll pop you

BabyTron, I could shoot the bag or I could lob 'oops

Sniper finna come headshot if he spot you

Pikachu, put the beam on you then I shock you

Finna drop a chain off the phones, bitch, I'm Jack Frost

No PornHub, I'm in Sprint getting jacks off

Feel like Trae Young, shooting threes out the Trackhawk

He tried to lock the door, pulled up and shot his latch off

You buffed up but in the same fit, you a action figure

Probably some expensive-ass brand if I tag my picture

201, this a magic trick, I'm a scamming wizard

On 9 mile, tell the plug meet me at Dequindre

[Verse 3: StanWill]

Too skinny but the pockets fat, I got backwards denim

If he live when we pop him up, meet him at the spittle

Bitch, we SBDSM if you acronym it

Tryna spin a 2021, I done crashed the Civic

Punch like a Saiyan, fuck around, might Kamehameha it

Got a blaster in my UFO, I'm a Space Invader

I'll blow a twenty up at Lennox, you a paper saver

Where the fuck my yum yum sauce? Finna chase the waiter

She could probably be a teacher, still wouldn't miss the bitch

I'll cut the green beam on, I ain't missing shit

I'm in NY with Donnie Bands on a business trip

Ride around with a hunnid tools, we ain't fixing shit

[Verse 4: TrDee]

Yo bodies higher than yo height, I ain't licking shit

But I heard you still want the D, on some Pimpin shit

Hmm, man, the chop Bruce Lee, it got kick and shit

Tell my bitch she wake up to a gift, on some Christmas shit

[Verse 5: BabyTron]

SB, we one up to Mike, this the 4-Peat

Lando big turnt, fucked around and dropped his fourth piece

Court side, paid four figures for some floor seats

Road running on the inner state, heading northeast

[Verse 6: StanWill]

Bitch asked what I do, same thing as Kimbo Slice

Lil' Chrome on my heart now but it's been on ice

Twenty Glocks on the opp block, brodie, dim yo lights

If it's up, it's forever stuck, boy, it's been on sight