[Intro: BabyTron]

ShittyBoyz

[Verse: StanWill]

Sack head, baby, I be itching for the plays

Started cracking cards, now I'm lacking with the grades

Punch God Tron getting active from the pay

If he got an attitude, bro reacting with a K

World touring, hitting Walmarts near you

Bro smoking something that you can’t hear through

Old bitch mad, left her in the rear view

Let the demon out the Scat when I hit gear two

Walking out of Wally’s with the AP green

One hitter quitter when I punch with this BIN

Counting up my blessings while I'm running up my sins

Lil' bitch on dick, I'm gon' put it in her ribs

Jumped in the water, now I drown in the drip

Talking 'bout fighting? Boy, you need to punch a lift

You ain’t got a ride to work, now you missing shifts

I know Susan on your head, boy, your manager a bitch

Hellcat roaring, hear scream when I stay pass

On me, I'ma bust a jugg 'fore the day pass

Pussy too wet, swear to God that I can’t last

Thought my ex bitch was the one but it ain’t last

Zoey 101, got my white bitch swiping

Set the play on me? I don’t advise you to try it

Jimmy Craig with me, I don’t really do the fighting

'Cause the Glock could knock a pound off you like you on a diet

Rich steaks, Mickey D’s turned to hibachi

Used to mean-mug, now the bitch face sloppy

Sauce God, bitch, I go by "Mr. Teriyaki"

I can teach you how to punch like I'm Mr. Miyagi

Shooting for the stars 'cause I been near the next

Fucking up the [?] I been there [?]

[?] Balencis so it's six when I step

Certified shit talker so I speak from the chest

I can tell you ain’t tapped in with the source

Got my first method then I threw away the sports

Was four for four, now it's four for a course

ShittyBoyz up, bitch, we running with the torch

Fairlane tripping when I'm stuffed with the Flaming Wok

I’m Mister Spin A Bitch, you Captain Save A Thot

Drip God, when I walk in, bet it rain a lot

Bro like to paint with the stick, he’ll stain a opp

Only time you punching up is when you punching in

I'ma run it up if I keep running with these BINs

Baby, I’m a GOAT so I'ma tell you how it is

From the bottom to the top, turned my losses into wins

Charged up, feel like Duracell with the power

Thinking that we sweet? Have my shooter play it sour

Airbnb, fucking up the marble counters

She a freak, got me jumping out my trousers

Ain’t no typos when I fuck with that embosser

Test me and I'ma play it like Mr. Crocker

We want all static, bro'll hit you with a shocker

He used to bully niggas, stuffing kids into lockers

Clear Fruit in one hand, roll in the other

All that pillow talking? Better keep it in the covers

Dame Time with the Glock since you got the thunder

StanWill, bitch, I’m the GOAT, did I stutter?

I would hate too if I was you, I couldn't be y'all

Kenzo, eye on the tee, I can see all

Courtesy of punches, I be living for the free ball

Drawers twenty plus, what the fuck is a free ball?

I-94 in the Beam', bitch, I'm stabbing

Looking for the punch, sike nah, I'm jabbing

No witness when I hit the set, I be grabbing

“Can I get the sauce?”, yeah, if you slay a dragon

Dumbass

[Outro]

I wanted you, you wanted me

Together we were meant to be

But now there's something new in this recipe

And it's clear there's just no room for three