[Intro]

(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)

Pull up in a shaker

Yeah, pull up in a shaker

[Verse 1: StanWill]

Pull up in a shaker

Them bitches try to pull me over, I'll see you later

You want her, you can have her, if I want her, I'ma take her

I wouldn't buy the bitch a white T, I heard you Baped her

Ate her, all she [?] dick, made her blow me like a paper

Bro got drank, purpin' yellow like a Laker

My belt match my blick with shit like a stapler

[?] make me mad or get on your ass, no faking

Yeah

[Verse 2: TRL]

That's the nigga with the dread

Don't make me mad, money may get on your head

Bring your friend with you, tryna see if she a ten

Cool right now, but I can show you how to get

Your bitch ain't shit, she get dogged like a pit

Caught the nigga out, he started calling it quits

If I ain't got no legs then I'm crawlin' to it

It's the [?] SB, she let all of us in

[Verse 3: StanWill]

Finna crash the Benz, we ain't trippin' on it, 'cause you rich

We'll hop up in the Hellcat and wrap that bitch with tint

You can't even see me 'cause I'm sliding with the stick

[?] on bro, stop the whip, you see he tryna jump the fence

[Verse 4: TRL]

Fah, fah, fah, fah, fah, another dead nigga

All the hoes love us 'cause they know that we the bread winners

You the type to do a drill, then say that your mans did it

Better stack them bands, but just stick to the plan, nigga

[Verse 5: StanWill]

Yeah

Salad in my Ksubis, I got plushes on my ass cheeks

I be shit talking, you would think a nigga ass speak

He ain't got my love, 'cause my bitch know I'm where a bag be

Bitch, I get pape' from all angles

Pulled a demon out a bitch, I'm rocking Palm Angels

If it's up with one of us, you know we all hate you

Lil' bro Da Vinci with that bitch, I'll have my dawg paint you (Nah, for real, though)

[Verse 6: TRL]

Be for real, though, you ain't never had a turn, nigga

How it feel, ho?

Know my money real long

Do it in my sleep, this shit light like a field goal

Two watches, three chains, got a dollar bill [?]

[Verse 7: StanWill]

I wanna be a hot boy, so he got fanned

Leave a nigga shitty, boy, like he 'came Stan

If you ain't in no motion, nigga, then you get canceled

And she got her nails done just to get hammered

[Verse 8: TRL]

I just got the head from her, I ain't even slam her

Brodie, when you try to slide, don't forget to jam her

Pull up, we'll match to smoke and give you niggas cancer

Unc' stepping on the work, you think the nigga dancing

[Verse 9: StanWill]

Dog in the cat while my paws on her kitty

Feel like Cade Cunningham how I ball in my city

Could be Quagen or the Wock', pour it all in the [?]

Fuck some Rolls, I told Hutch I want all of 'em pissy

[Outro: StanWill]

But I'm a Shitty boy (ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, that's on every song, fuck is you talkin' 'bout?)

(But you know that, though)

(Yeah)