[Intro]

(It's Hokatiwi)

[Verse 1: BabyTron]

Eighty dollars what I need for a durantula

Heard he at the BNB, we pull up, shoot the mansion up

The chop got more legs on that bitch than a tarantula

If I don't got that bitch on me, I'ma knuckle sandwich something

Huh, jamming chips till they jam me up

Stand out in the room and I ain't even standing up

Goose parka big as fuck, got a gadget tucked

RIP Cartier Cash, bitch, you can add me up

[Verse 2: TrDee]

I don't know nobody with no money, just to keep it real

Opposition said they getting to it? They is not for real

Heard y'all niggas put him on a shelf, I cannot sign a deal

Yeah, I'm kinda skinny but pockets get a lot of meals

Give me ten minutes, I'ma have her like she Winnie Pooh

She gon' flock to me like a bird, told that bitch to shoo

[Verse 3: StanWill]

Knowing she belong to the streets, bitch, I'm hip to you

I ain't into beef, I could show you what the chicken do

Running 'round, pockets half my weight

Lil'-ass money, boy, you couldn't even cash my steak

Got about twenty jacks off, I don't masturbate

Come in Saks with me, I could show you how the rappers play

Saying that you punch on fast beats? You a copycat

I could really preach 'bout this piece, feel like Gandhi ass

Reaching over here? All he grabbed was a body bag

Running 'round like I'm Terry Crews, with my cocky-ass

[Verse 4: BabyTron]

Bitch biracial and my chain tricolor

Bro up close, lay it up, don't like jumpers

Eight hunnid dollar Off-White Nike runners

Got a hunnid different names that I swipe under

[Verse 5: TrDee]

Chop came with Red Bull, couple shots give him wings

Old hoes see me buzzing, damn, I know it kinda stings

Seen her with a lame nigga, I ain't even say a thing

It was for the free, I ain't even have to pay a thing

[Verse 6: StanWill]

I done brought yo bitch to the lab like she Dexter sis

I been rebounding out of Sprint, how I'm catching bricks

To the opps, fuck yo dead mans, he can rest in piss

I don't small talk, Glock greet him, he done met the blick

[Verse 7: BabyTron, TrDee & StanWill]

Bitch broke her neck, turned around like The Exorcist

Real Visa Man, walk in the store paperless

Chop got a angled foregrip, ain't no extra kick

2014, young Tron stuffed them Mexx with six