[Intro]

(Damn, that shit slap)

(Bam)

[Verse 1: StanWill]

Double D's on the chop, it's too erotic

Whole plate from the deep sea, it's too exotic

Brought the gang in this bitch, got the troops beside me

Bro aiming for that McNugget, he don't shoot the body

Boy, these niggas all cap like they hold shift

Size 28 Amiri jeans and they hold shit

I could call the plug "Shaq", how he throw bricks

And the opps could be Cottonelle, they ain't on shit

[Verse 2: Bankroll Reese]

We gon' fuck and then dip, bitch, do your job

Told her, "Right foot, left foot, bitch, Toosie Slide"

Heard you fucking with the opps, better choose a side

Bitch, you got the trap jumping more than a Boosie live

And we got scams, probably more than a Bible of 'em

Get gassed up by yo gang, you gon' die because of 'em

All my niggas masked up like I ride with Muslims

Stan got so many damn pieces, he combined a puzzle

[Verse 3: StanWill]

In a spaceship with Lando, Calrissian

Jumped in the deep, turned into an amphibian, huh

I'll send the opps to oblivion

Whole gang running with a torch, we Olympians

Tryna add up the drip? That's a math test

Wouldn't even tell a bitch I love her with my last breath

If he don't play it right, get his ass left

Bro'll up TEC and let it blow, get his ass reffed

[Verse 4: Bankroll Reese]

My side bitch gave me top, she a quotient

I been sipping out the pot, where the potion?

That's why y'all niggas falling off, y'all ain't know shit

Won't let me in them doors, I'm gon' knock till it's open

Fuck it, nigga, kick the door down

Used to charge a hunnid for a feature, I need more now

Play Dominoes with yo bitch, knock the whore down

Tried to rob me? Rest in peace shirts in store now

[Verse 5: StanWill]

Punch and slide, I'm a ice skating boxer

Fuck a text book, had the slides in the locker

Fancy-ass taste, did the rice with the lobster

You can ask the opps what it's like up at Swanson

My oldhead forty with that .9, he a pedophile

Fuck being one when I die, I'm a legend now

Twelve hunnid on some kicks just to step around

So that's twelve hunnid on they necks, I ain't stepping down

[Verse 6: Bankroll Reese]

I been chasing cheese, dukes like, "What got into you?"

Mama, I been on the block with them criminals

Niggas' rap stories category? Probably fictional

Nigga, I been out here chasing racks like a tennis shoe

You niggas couldn't do the same if it was ten of you

I been steady coming up, I'm near the pinnacle

I don't ever see the opps, think they invisible

I'm in good condition, you try me and you in critical

[Verse 7: StanWill]

They like, why I go at the strip eating lamb chops?

Ain't no more Stanley, I'm the man now

Funny how they used to ho but they fans now

Skinny-ass jeans, hoes like how the bands pop

Jumped in that bag and I zipped it, huh

If it's not the holidays but I'm gifted, huh

Like he at the Power House, get him lifted

Catch him pouring Act', brodie living life scripted

[Verse 8: Bankroll Reese]

Y'all done fuck up, me and Stan on the same track

Dive in that water, I'ma aim where his waves at

These hoes used to play me, I ran the game back

Crying 'bout a bitch? Boy, I'm sick you done came that

[Verse 9: StanWill]

If you ain't SB, you ain't gang, slatt

Said I couldn't bring the Glock in but I remained strapped

If everybody turnt, where the lames at?

Thinking we ain't up? Where the fuck is yo brain at?