[Intro: TrDee]

Huh

[Verse 1: TrDee]

Fell asleep with my chain on, woke up with a crooked neck

Life just like a game but you know you cannot hit reset

I'll pull my pants down, baby, you can do the rest

Number one rule with this shit, that you cannot confess

[Verse 2: StanWill]

Tron just walked in high as hell, with his giggly-ass

I like all my hoes with deep throats and a jiggly ass

Talk shit till my breath stank, where the Wrigley's at?

Profile fire, BIN punch, finna get me a jack

[Verse 3: BabyTron]

Five hunnid dollar BAPE hoodie straight out Loose Cannon

Comfy than a bitch in BOA, I'm in my Goose scamming

Crab legs, shrimp, and some steak, I don't do salmon

Flyer than a pelican, can catch me on yo roof landing

[Verse 4: TrDee]

Feel like Giannis for the bucks, I'm flying down the lane

I be hanging with gorillas and they can't be tamed

I do know a couple freaks but they can't be named

Why the fuck you hate the player? I ain't make the game

[Verse 5: StanWill]

Hopscotching in my Gucci sneakers, thousand dollars scuffed

Bitch tried to give her heart to me but got her tonsils touched

Ship him to the Lord like UPS, he tryna box with us

Whole gang keeping torches, looking like a mob with us

[Verse 6: BabyTron]

Hit the store, jam then I scram, I don't serve and swerve

Tryna stop the shine? Fuck around and get the curtains burnt

Two seater with the boost in it, finna skrrt the 'vert

Two big-ass lobster tails in my surf and turf

[Verse 7: TrDee]

He don't ever shoot his strap, I don't think it work

Bitch, my chain really dance, I can make it twerk

Hmm, what you flashing in yo vids, spent that on a shirt

She gon' fuck off the name, I ain't gotta flirt

[Verse 8: StanWill]

She gon' fuck 'cause I'm a ShittyBoy, no, I don't flirt with hoes

In a red zone with Dee, it's feeling like it's first and gold

Think I met her at the strip, my bitch know how work the pole

Mastermind PUA pusher, I can work the Pros

[Verse 9: BabyTron]

Wockhardt, Japanese Fanta, bitch, the swig expensive

Touch bro? It's a headshot, you can't finish wrestling

High as hell on I-94, I'm Mister Miss The Exit

In the deep, if it's bread, where you think them fishes headed?

[Verse 10: TrDee]

Put her in some Gucci flip flops, she wanna show her toes

You depressed and really mad at life? Shit, this how it goes

Are you a G League coach? You ain't got no Pros

You need to look in the mirror, asking where the hoes

[Verse 11: StanWill]

Bag drag, jack grab, gang racing Scat Packs

Hundred hoes on me, my DM look like a rat trap

Instagram scams, grannies asking for they cash back

I could throw a train in reverse, wouldn't backtrack

[Verse 12: BabyTron]

Act rude, stack blues, off the red and black Loubs

Fourteen hunnid dollar steps, walk the fuck past you

Ruth Chris, Jay Ale's, I don't fuck with fast food

Pretty lil' bitch, swear she shitting on my last two