[Intro: StanWill]

(Wassup, JP)

Looking at my

Ayy, looking at myself like

Ayy

[Verse 1: StanWill]

Looking at myself like, damn, I'm ugly than a bitch

Thinking to myself like I might be ugly but I'm rich

I just spent a thousand on some shoes, on some fuck it shit

All I know is jam and slide, wouldn't touch a brick

Bitch talk a lot like, damn, can you suck my dick?

Bougie than a motherfucker, boy, you couldn't touch my bitch

Would never throw a fist, how ironic that I punched a blick

ShittyBoyz shitting, how ironic that I'm up some shit

[Verse 2: D. Deshaun]

Ayy, I walk past all the pretty hoes, wanna blow a kiss

Tell me how you 'posed to make a bag, you won't take a risk

Just shot a ground breaker, hit maker, I can never miss

Crossed another goal off the list, smoking out the zip

Now who told these lil' niggas they could fuck with us?

With the ShittyBoyz, ShittyBoy got the bubblе guts

I'm hopping in and out these hoes' hеarts like it's Double Dutch

Tongue out like I'm MJ, scoring in a clutch

It take time, wanna run it up? You ain't got to rush

It can get depressing if these niggas think 'bout pressing us

I heard the opps running out of money, running out of luck

I wake up early, getting to the bucks, time to run it up

[Verse 3: StanWill]

Keep some Charmin on me everywhere I go, I'm fucking shitting

Think I need a heavyweight belt, bitch, I punch like 'Lista

He brought some knuckles to a gun fight, that's a dumb decision

I think the opps some vegetarians 'cause they don't touch no chicken

Blicky on me, giffies on me, I'm in LA tripping

Might be skinny but I flex like I'm in LA Fitness

Niggas all bark with no bite, I can tell they bitches

Chilling in a room full of models, I can tell they tempted

[Verse 4: D. Deshaun]

Now how you gon' see me and you ain't got the vision?

I wake up and replenish in the kitchen, something like a chemist

Niggas cannot hang with the gang, out here acting timid

We up at Saks Fifth spending chips on designer denim

I tried to put yo mans on some BINs, it just wasn't in him

He tried to walk a mile in my Forces but they couldn't fit him

I'm tip-toeing on this beat, lighter than a feather

Yo bitch wanna roll with the clique but you wouldn't let her

[Verse 5: StanWill]

Ayy, I can trip and fall on my ass, still run it up

You know all my dawgs got a MAG, still knuckle up

Guess I gotta ball with a mask, fuck Corona, huh

You can catch me all in my bag, play with luggage, huh

Ayy, I could probably skydive and wouldn't fall off

We'll blow him sky high, he acting all tough

Ayy, gave D. Deshaun a high five, we fucked 'em all up

Ayy, showed this lil' bitch a light five and got my balls sucked

Shippy after shippy after shippy, shout-out Amazon

Granny after granny after granny, it's a scamathon

They think it's Zac Efron and Corbin Bleu but it's just Stan and Tron

I just punched the Yeezys off the site, I don't stand in line