[Intro: StanWill & BabyTron]

Once I get the head off

ShittyBoyz (Bear On The Beat)

[Verse 1: StanWill]

Once I get the head off the lil' bitch, arrivederci

In Speedway, grabbing giffies and I need a Slurpee

I was scamming hams Thanksgiving, wasn't eating turkey

Niggas lame as hell, boy, I wouldn't even beef with turkey

Really I don't even beef at all

Baking for that cheese, now his tee look like pizza sauce

Do fraud, fuck a J-O-B, I don't need a boss

I was in school punching, fuck what the teachers taught

Ye did the kicks, bald Jesus did the hoodie on it

I don't like to dance, made my chain do the Boogie on it

We ain't playing fair, every Glock got a fully on it

Unc' bet not think 'bout running off, we'll bully Otis

December mean Nike tech, Moncler, and giffies

Yo bitch caught some shots to the back like she Ricky

MSR reader writer everything, we get busy

Pop up on my ex with that dick like, "You miss me?"

[Verse 2: TrDee]

With a fifth in hand, like we finna get litty

Baby wanna fuck, she used to tell me she was busy

When I put it in she say she feel it in her kidney

Heard they took your shit, that's why your should've had a blicky

Blicky, I'ma run it up until I'm fifty

Fifty, and I'm walking to it when I'm sixty

Sixty, ugh, I know this bitch ain't really kiss me

Kiss me, you gon' need some money if you diss me

She a foreign thang, only right my fitted be the same

I can never stress, fall back and tell her do her thang

He gon' be without it, better tell your boy to use his brain

Like how many days in a week, I can never change

Riding with a soul snatcher, I ain't talking 'bout a freak

I do know a couple, they love them some black meat

I'll rather pull up on you, you'll rather go and tweet

Look up and pray to God [?] say you'll [?]

[Verse 3: StanWill]

Pistol on me, revving horsepower, feel like Arthur Morgan

I'll put a hole in your chest like the [?]

Tippy-toeing in Balenciaga, I don't march in Jordans

Torch on me, something like a welder, I'll spark your tools

Said you fighting demons? Dee high as hell fighting Martians

Hit this lil' worker bitch, now she let me slide in Target

Let 'em try, turn 'em Bruce Willis, they gon' die the hardest

If you up all that dog shit, nigga, why you carless?

Lil'-ass money, boy, you can't get no transportation

Quit the dick sucking, fuck around get you blammed for hating

Hit his ass with the ni hao, I just scammed a Asian

I got GOAT in my DNA, you know Stan the greatest

Rapping all that killer shit, he really just a hip hopper

Stick a pinky out when you do it, suck my dick proper

Real sleaze, I done probably hit your favorite TikToker

I don't fight, have Donny hit you with a shit rocker

[Verse 4: TrDee]

It's a scam fiesta, chips and sauce when I push the lines

Bitch, I'm in Atlanta dripping Gucci, on my Gunna vibes

Stan'll probably punch it for me, I don't gotta stand in line

Any nigga scared to get some money not a friend of mine

Chain got some colors, it remind me of the rainbow

Stan spin the block, pop that nigga like a Faygo

Faygo, bitch, I stay with bread just like I'm mayo

Ayo, diamonds really dance like they Teo

Baby, what's your credit? Not a Seven? Get away from me

Bitch, I'm at the Lab with some cake, not the bakery

Gang really back to back in chains like a slavery

You can really do the whole gang, it's okay with me

Do yo lil' dance, touch your knees, baby, flip yo hair

[?] in my lungs, man, I'm really running out of air

Blowing on some poop? Boy, you might as well face a square

Tron really Kobe with the hoes, he don't even share

Huh, I don't even care

Message to the fans, when you see us do not stop and stare

Huh, you'll catch a pair

All these sluts please be aware 'cause I really swear