[Intro: G.T.]

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BabyTron

Stan, what it do?

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[Verse 1: G.T.]

I'm in the lab right now like Dexter

You punching but you ain't hitting shit, you a wrestler

My plug baldheaded, got bricks, call him "Hector"

[?] dark like a Pepsi

[Verse 2: StanWill]

Funny how we in the SRT, I'm with G.T

Three deep but we popping out like we 3D

I'll get a vegan in the room, make her eat meat

Leg on the chop, bitch, I run around with three feet

[Verse 3: BabyTron]

Telegram chat [?] gotta talk in code

This lil' bitch phone off, how the fuck she call me broke?

MW3, no quickscope but it's off the dome

I was sixth man, touch the court, turn my baller on

[Verse 4: G.T.]

Mask on my face like I'm walking in the store

But I'm sitting in thе room with a table full of blow

You can't run 'cause the strap got thе beam and the scope

You mad 'cause the EDD gone and you broke

[Verse 5: StanWill]

Huh, bitch on cam eating dick, that's a mukbang

Chop got a hunnid, I can really let my nuts hang

Playing Simon Says with yo bitch, told her, "Fuck gang"

We'll throw him up to [?] tryna pump fake

[Verse 6: BabyTron]

Bitch pulling on my 'Miris, I ain't playing tug of war

Can't fuck you, whore, bend over, tryna stuff you more

They was up one? Hit two, we just double scored

Crackheads on, see an opp and I'ma stomp with force

Tucked twenty where my socks go and fucked up the drawer

You dreaming 'bout a M, it's a B that I'm running towards

I can do a trick with a Visa like I'm Dumbledore

I don't really think you got cheese, gotta up some more

[Verse 7: StanWill]

Huh, yeah, bitch, I scam and I swipe, I do all fraud

Let him try to play, up the Glock, I'll pause dawg

You'll think we hoop for Minnesota, how my dawgs ball

Chase, PNC, and yo bitch in my call log

Fancy-ass taste, spent two hunnid on linguine

Walk around this bitch with more green than Luigi

You don't do fraud, boy, you work like you RiRi

My ex on my head and some Off-White beanies

[Verse 8: G.T.]

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Supreme everything and the kicks ain't out yet

My jeans by Amiri, you shop at a outlet

[?] your ho off the cheese like a mouse trap

We got beef, you can't even go where yo house at

Blow yo damn crib off the map, I will not lose

23 on my lap like a pair of Shaq shoes

Hit the road with some oranges and Blue's Clues

I sell dope but my niggas teach scam school

[Outro: G.T.]

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