[Part I]

[Intro]

(What's good, GeeohhS?)

[Verse 1: BabyTron, StanWill & TrDee]

Sneaking in a store with this 201 like Sly Cooper

Pop up at yo crib with them ladders, looking like roofers

Walking out his crib the only time he ever saw a shooter

Shooter couldn't find a Glocky, fucked around and brought the ruger

Lil' bro be icing shit, it's like the opps done saw a jeweler

Internet thug, I'll pull up and take yo computer

Pull up? I'll make yo block hot, AR with the cooler

If I ain't send yo bitch in Sprint, you know I put some dick into her

Oversized Gucci trench coat, I look like Sherlock Holmes

Unc' a tweaker off the pills, he had to leave the Percs alone

Virgil did the tee, bitch, hold on, let me turn and pose

Ain't no talking, bitch, I'm busting quick, I turn my virgin on

Ritz cream soda with a three of red in it

Mike A-motherfucking-miris stuffed with dead niggas

Hate me but don't know me, I don't understand niggas

Think it's pape' on the way, why the fuck my hands itching?

[Part II]

[Bridge 1: BabyTron]

Hello?

Man, fuck on, you ain't got no damn money

Weird-ass

Ayy, ShittyBoyz

[Verse 2: StanWill]

New bitches in my DM when I up pics, pop out in that one shit

2021, you know it's us if it's that one whip

Bought another Glock like I don't got enough sticks

Ride around the Mitten hot, boy, we on that fuck shit

She know she can't fuck with me 'cause all my bitches bad as hell

We be tripping up at Somerset, my niggas grabbing shelves

Lil' bro was zooming in them Scatties 'fore he had his L's

Once we heard that nigga died we was glad as hell

[Verse 3: TrDee]

I be speeding to the chicken, don't got no patience

Tron faced the whole 'Wood, now he look Asian

I'll pass it to the gang, I be playmaking

She gon' fuck because the whole gang really famous

They won't ever send you in the field, you too inconsistent

V8 underneath the hood, I can't do the limit

Baby, put yo head down please, you can keep the kitten

Fuck it, I'll put the D on you, here come Scottie Pippen

[Bridge 2: BabyTron]

Huh, ayy, ayy, ayy

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Ayy, ayy

[Verse 4: BabyTron]

Hopping out the Scatty, fifty rackies and the Glock on me

High as hell, zip of Runtz and a dirty pop on me

Bitch hit my cup while I was driving, spilt some Wock' on me

Hunnid dollar plate straight from Fleming's, this is not Coney

Automatic chop'll walk you down, it got a stock on it

Ice chunks on the white buffs, I left some snot it

Unky got a bankroll, he said he got a wad on 'em

Anytime we seen an opp out, I bet we got on him

[Outro: BabyTron]

Huh, ayy, ShittyBoyz

What up, Stan?

What up, Dee?

Ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz

(Primo Beats on the track)