[Intro]

(Ooh, Sav killed it)

[Verse 1: StanWill & BabyTron]

Goose on, iced up with stick like a snowman

Gen5 Glocky, pistol whip him if the pole jam

Black-ass tint, the sticks white as Lindsay Lohan

Take a 201 and slam dunk that bitch with both hands

Both hands on yo bitch noggin, pushing down her head

Sipping blood like I'm Dracula, can catch me 'round some red

I got three hobbies, like to rap, scam, and count the dead

Talking 'bout some zaza? You smoking out a pound of reg'

Whole gang in thousand dollar coats 'cause the streets chilly

Please take that pendant off yo neck, that lil' piece dilly

Dream chasing, all I really want is Meek milli'

Asking what I paid for the fit? It was free, silly

Skillet on the yop, boy, this shit'll cook the beef, really

Opps broke, only get some cheesе when they eat Philly

Was sleep on mе, now the bitches wanna sleep with me

720 in the Trackhawk, I'm in the Jeep dizzy

[Verse 2: StanWill]

Big motherfucking .308s, they'll pop yo melon

Don't know what the opps do with shoes 'cause it's not no stepping

Put the head on me first, bitch, the WAP go second

Catch you mean-mugging in the club, be done popped yo section

Flames on the Palm Angel kicks leave the petal burnt

Rock him for them bands, show you how that heavy metal work

I'll crash the server, catch a opp up in the metaverse

Knot poking, staring at the stripper, bitch, you better twerk

[Verse 3: BabyTron]

Four hunnid shots by myself, bitch, I feel immortal

We'll leave doggy in a suit like he getting formal

It's 2022, it's hard to find a lil' bitch with morals

In the Hellkitty, told her keep it, I'm just getting oral

Drip-drop, walking out the store in Louis flip-flops

Why yo watch always going tick-tock?

Walk him down, flip the clip, ain't shit stop

They ain't had no Quagen at the spot, I had to get Wock'

[Verse 4: StanWill]

Even in my motherfucking sleep, bitch, the pistol tucked

If I ain't in the booth, I'm probably slamming on a bitch you cuffed

Pull up on him like a Uber, I'll lift you up

If I can't drop this check in yo account then, lil' bitch, you cut

[Verse 5: BabyTron]

Off the Tiramisu, bitch, I'm higher than a nimbus cloud

At the bottom of my bag chilling, sitting down

Need to paint yo fucking nose red 'cause you finished, clown

BabyTron, I talk like this 'cause I'm him in town

[Outro: BabyTron]

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