[Intro]
(CAKEKILLA's on the beat)
(Ayo, Babs, fuck them bitches up)
[Verse 1: StanWill]
Oh, he think he steppin' through this bitch? Turn his ass to Crocs
Big Balenciagas on, lookin' like an astronaut
Ain't no Frappuccino in this cup, it's a dab of Wock'
Be done blew you like a whistle, brodie play foul
Thinkin' he a pit, I'll bus him like the Greyhound
Ran it up and dropped the buffs, think I'm in shape now (Shit)
Feel like Tony in the 'Hawk the way I skate 'round (Skrrt)
[Verse 2: AllStar JR]
How you in love with a bitch that'll fuck me?
This shit disgusting, lucky I got lucky
Niggas run they mouth 'cause they runnin' out of money
Got a crib in Atlanta but I'm rentin' out Kentucky, ayy
Short a couple dollars, gang need to clear your tab
You wanna show me somethin', let me see a kilogram
Amiris fake as hell, Mikey need to beat your ass
Goin' crazy for that green, in my CeeLo bag
[Verse 3: StanWill]
I'll wet up his Moncler, boy, that's a bubblebath (Shit)
Applyin' pressure, boy, I'm deep up in that duffle bag
ARPs and F&Ns, you think I fuck with jabs? The fuck
Seen a snowflake and dropped a Goose overcoat
Ain't got time for no bitch, boy, I'm too over hoes
Why the fuck you get a vest? Boy, we shoot over those
All these bitches in the whip, got the coupe overflowed
[Verse 4: AllStar JR]
Ayy, still wrappin' 'til the rappin' start workin' for me
I ain't fuck the lil' bitch, she was workin' for me
Caught a wave with the fent' and now we surfin' on it
All the opps ain't wrapped in 'bows, but I'm workin' on it
This the end of the pool niggas drown in
Gator 'round my neighborhood, came from public housing
Finna drop a 'Cat and get that bitch modded
Cuz drop another slab, get this bitch rockin'
[Verse 5: StanWill]
In the AMG on 94, finna race the spaceship
Don't be blowin' up my phone if it ain't some pape', bitch
Brodie married to the 'Wood, this an eighth of Cake Mix
Closet lookin' like a jungle, all this Bathing Ape shit, damn (Dog Shit Militia)
I just saw a snowflake, finna buy a Goose
If it's up, that's your ass, I'ma slide with troops
We ain't strikin' in no strikers, we'll slide in coupes
[Verse 6: AllStar JR]
Ayy, I swear to God I'm tryna send your mans to hell too
Only way he ain't goin' if he hellproof
Twenty-two with F's on it, cut the head too
Brodie Glock so big, I gotta help my mans shoot
If we fuckin' unprotected, bitch, we close friends
I'm recordin' off a three, now this a slow jam
Know the nigga watch fake, it got a broke hand
My bouncer punched a nigga out, he got a broke hand
[Verse 7: StanWill]
Big bitch'll crack you up like it's Druski
All that lose talk'll put you in a loose leaf
Active 24/7, we don't do sleep
You ain't even ten toes on your own two feet
Get her in this Bnb, I bet she slide the team (Damn)
Up the Glockiana, I ain't finna bob and weave
Off a four of Quagen, brodie finna nod to sleep
You be rockin' old-season drip, that shit obsolete, boy
[Outro]
(CAKEKILLA's on the beat)
(Ayo, Babs, fuck them bitches up)