[Verse 1: BabyTron]

Road running, sinning with a Bible on the dash'

Brodie sliding off a Perc', got the rifle with the flash

Ayy, ayy, bitch, ayy

Dawg a lil' pup, have my bullies pick on him

What yo Glocky got? Mines got a fully switch on it

Told my bitch, "Roll the Runtz, don't let no Cookie get on it"

If the sneakers don't cost a band, the hoodie hit for it

Two liters, six of Wockiana, boy, this shit potion

Shouldn't have left me wide open, now I'm finna swish on 'em

Magician with the Visas, finna do a trick on 'em

Unky need a first place medal, swear his wrist golden

Where yo toughest gang member at? I'll big bro him

Mister Backdoor, you won't hear him, he be tip-toeing

How the fuck I'm on fire 'round this bitch? My kit frozen

We gon' leave him flopping on the floor, we catch him fish bowling

[Verse 2: TrDee & BabyTron]

Oh, they still sleeping? Wake 'em up just like a rumble strip

How the fuck you run off with a bag and you fumble it?

I ain't never really care for magic but I know a trick

Had his own wave and fell off, I know he sick

When we getting private, I'ma slam it, Lob City Blake

He prolly say our music ass 'cause he can't relate

We the top ten out the Mit', it ain't no debate

Can't believe you really still broke, it might be yo fate

Don't look when you see me out, might be with yo bitch

I ain't never have to see a mic, I still was getting rich

Fuck how she look when we done, I send her with a kick

(Ayy, ShittyBoyz)

[Verse 3: StanWill]

Double Dutching out of Sprint with jacks, I'm 'bout to double up

Tryna set the play? Them .233s'll blow yo huddle up

The opps ain't touching pape' for real, boy, they can't fuck with us

Peep a group of bitches at the function, bet they come with us

I don't want the head unless it leave me with the noodle legs

Throw the stacks of dog shit to my ear, bitch, I'm a doodoo head

Could've road ran a route but fuck it, bitch, we flew instead

Broomstick in the chop, it got 'em jumping like a newlywed

All I do is talk shit, all I rock is Off drip

If my shooter turn that mode on, he gon' off shit

Bet not play, we pause shit

Wake up, take a mall trip

She gon' fuck for sure I up the fifty ball in all strips