[Intro: StanWill]

I could blow a— (Okay, KMoney), yup

[Verse 1: StanWill]

I could blow a fifty, you can't blow a five

Woke up rich as fuck today, might buy the ho revive

Killed the pussy, bet the Perc she popped done made the ho revive

See me cheatin', she gon' cry a river, I'm on Ocean Drive

She like how my diamonds glisten, bitch, I got all kind of chicken

Talkin' all that broke shit through your lips, bitch, I ain't trnya listen

New AR with telescope attached, can get him sniped from distance

Forty cracked a stilly willy-o, done took a Sprite and mixed it

Bro rock Maison off his Christian, but hе atheist

Sticked up in that oven mitt, you know wе bakin' shit

He like Madden for that sack, you know I play to blitz

Ain't 'bout how you fall, it's how you get up when you take a hit

[Verse 2: TrDee]

This shit get lethal, I can't never leave without my weapon

Touch down in the Bay, they treat me just like Stephen

Pat Bev', if I see 'em out, I gotta press 'em

Step in my closet, I can show you how to do these dresses

Shit'll never change, same crew until the end

Thinkin' 'bout this shit you did and how I took it to the chin

Thinkin' 'bout them lame niggas that be hatin' on the gang

How you up some dog shit and you don't even got a chain?

I be chillin' at the crib, feet up, not at the club

I don't think you really up if you can't show me a dub

I don't think you got what it takes, I feel like Simon Cowell

They gon' love you when you up, but who gon' be there when you down?

[Verse 3: BabyTron]

They gon' love you while you winnin', how about during the losing streak?

He stealin' everybody sauce, he don't know who to be

We'll leave his body in the ditch on a secluded street

Young as hell but too schooled, you ever seen a student teach?

I'm gettin' bored with the US, I damn near flew to Greece

Pull up shootin' in that sleeve like I'm in the hooping team

Streets a dirty game, you gotta know the rules extinct

Uppin' blues and pink, ask your bitch why y'all got some ruined sheets

Stumpin' in that Jag' like Maurice Jones-Drew

Dog ain't finna make it far like he put three on two

We got tracers in the clip, it ain't no CO2

The block full of zombies, you would think it's BO2, shit

[Verse 4: StanWill]

Me and bro on doggy head, we like Mitchell and Ness

Cuddy servin' junkies, tryna get rich in the 'jects

Throw some quick shit at an opp, I could pitch for the Mets

Tell 'em princess cut me up at Hutch, I can't get the baguettes

[Verse 5: TrDee]

I can't see behind the tint because it's five percent

She like, "Dee, what's that you wearin'?" I'm like, bitch, that shit

Walkin' with some dead niggas, shit, I feel like Rick

Gang and them be on some hot shit, so they can't take a pic'

[Verse 6: BabyTron]

The bullets grazed his hair, we missed his buddy by a sliver

Why he actin' like that's ice? That's silver moissanite and glitter

Said she sick of losers, bumped into me tryna find a winner

Guess it's her lucky day

[Outro: BabyTron]

ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, long live $cam

Okay, KMoney

I got a hundred-fifty on me, that's pipe money

This that you don't wanna start a war, just play it safe money, you know?