[Intro: StanWill]

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

All the sinning I done did, how I end up blessed?

(Damn, JakeSand)

[Verse 1: StanWill]

All the sinning I done did, how I end up blessed?

Think your mans need a hand, he look in distress

Steppin' on the opps in them Triple S

This ain't a normal-ass tee, boy, it's with an X

Bitch, I'm with Babyfxce

Left a grown-ass woman with a baby face

He was typin' uppercase, hit him with baby K

On the low, we got the lo', don't think your baby safe

On the low, I hit his ho, now he hate my guts

Bustdown buffs, chain straight from Hutch

Syrup in my cup, not the maple stuff

AMGs, SRTs, you can't race with us

[Verse 2: Babyfxce E]

Yeah, I knew the nigga ain't sip drank for real, he tried to shake it up

Break insidе his crib, beat his ass, and then take him up

Latеly, I ain't fucked, so bitch, tell me why you late as fuck

Hit her in her shit because I knew she was gon' make shit up

We not tied in, stop callin' me blood before I lace you up

We just rolled a dead nigga inside a 'Wood to replace the Runtz

Almost shot the 'Wood up out my nigga hand, he tried to face the blunt

Then knocked the clerk down with all scams, she couldn't take a punch

Shit, man, I think my card Gervonta Davis

Slidin' in the striker with StanWill without no driver's training

Big-ass K in the back seat, this bitch'll rock a baby

Stayin' out of town, givin' deals, sellin' rocks for eighty

[Verse 3: StanWill]

On the road with boy and girl like we field trippin'

Glock attached, but I might fuck around and Will Smith it

Flyin' 'round with broomsticks, but I ain't heel clickin'

Funny, they ain't used to show me love, I had to deal with it

When it's cold, play the Goose, Palm Angels when it's hot out

Put it on the floor, sayin' it's up get you shot down

Dog Shit Militia, don't ask me 'bout him if he not around

Pulled up on us thinkin' he gon' score, but he got locked down

Playin' with the gang, we left him lost until he got found

I can't hear what you rollin' up, boy, that is not loud

Any time I pass the play to bro, it's gettin' knocked down

In my DMs cryin' 'bout a bitch 'cause she got knocked down

[Verse 4: Babyfxce E]

Ffft, switchy on it, that's the Glock sound

Bitch a bastard, fucked the shit up out her, I'm her pops now

Post up on the corner with a brick and tear the block down

I took one sip of the Wock', now I can't put the pop down

It's a bad habit, I'll commit to that, but I'm not addicted

The last cup I had put me down, so I am not gon' sip it

Act like I'm goin' down to stick it in, I am not gon' lick it

Mustang, more horses in the engine than the fuckin' Pistons

I treat the Drac' like my bitch, know we both comin'

Fingerfuck the chopper, let it off and now we both cummin'

Have a threesome with two skinny bitches and they both runnin'

Man, I got so many guns, brodie like, "Hey, let me tote somethin'"

[Verse 5: StanWill]

Backstage with the gang, where the fuck the showrunner?

I was in them depths, you was prayin' you ain't go under

I ain't never been a fist thrower, I'm with pole busters

I got used to it, pressure's somethin' I can't fold under