[Intro]
(Ayy, Melly, what the fuck is that?)

[Verse 1: BabyTron]
Three of Quagy-agy, shit, I'm finna doze off
Heard you out here workin’, takin' orders, you ain't no boss
Switch the formula, but I can get it off the old sauce
Halftime on TNT, boy, I’ll let the pros talk
Drove off, V12
Boy, I'm strapped in the car without a seatbelt
Mr. Put That Shit up on His Body, check the details
Twenty-five at Hutchy, shit, I think that I could freeze Hell
Tax doggy, he could never get it for the retail
Doggy bone a burger, throw him on the grill
Handy Mandy, brodie spinnin' with it, all he know is drill
Bitch want some money, she off blow and pills
Jumped in the deep and I'm swimmin' in thе ocean still
Stick on me, feel like Harry Pottеr
Two baggies for the eighthies, in here blowin' Cherry Popper
Bankroll on Papa Smurf, the Christian Loubs on Larry Lobster
Dog Shit Militia, we got every Glock and every chopper

[Verse 2: DaBoii]
And every Glock and every chopper cook a n***a, Betty Crocker
Me and Tron Gucci Mane, Lil Wayne, we steady mobbin'
You send opps DMs, bitch, we send n***as to the doctor
I told baby, "Won't you come my way?" I Fetty Wap’ed her
I ain’t fuckin' with no whores and I ain’t fuckin' with no boppers
I ain't doin' songs with n***as out here fuckin’ with the oppers
Hit a n***a with that— fah, fah, fah, bet he holler
I told bro to give that lil' n***a a pass, bet he pop him
Lil' n***a threw dirt on my gang, bet we mop him
Told the bitch, "When I step in the scene, better acknowledge"
You want the Drac', baby A, or the Glock? Any option
Bitch, your brother just died, what you mean you ain't 'bout it?
You ain't slide for your mans, you just singin' about it
Yeah, they talk about that shit, but not bein' about it
Talk to God every day, but I don't read none of the Bible
I'm a grown-ass man with some lean in my bottle
On the gang
[Verse 3: BabyTron]
Chinese Percocet, I'm finna spike the pop
Had a gun and didn't shoot, doggy actin' like a bot
I can't do the single pack of 'Woods, I gotta buy the box
Got this new weapon sauce, I'm finna go and swipe a chop (Ayy, Melly—)
In that room, I'm Helen Keller
Born a hundred, I'ma keep that shit the seventh letter
I can't go and shop with just a five, I need a ten or better
Would've thought gang a frat house how we step together
Yeah, we'll press whoever
Check the leather, Louis V on me
5.56s, got a couple .223s on me
Bustdown VS1s, it ain't no Jubilees on me
Huh, huh, Cactus Cooler so dirty
Shane Battier, one in the head, the clip hold thirty
I'm a vet, a hundred trips in, don't hit the road worried
Told lil' bro that when they get the drop, he better codeword me
I'm just ballin' in some Palm Angels, ain't got no jersey
Sittin' at the top, I know I'll make it through
Shit, fuck, damn, the spot jumpin' like a kangaroo
White buffies look like fangs on a sabertooth
In Wallie's World with more punches than a pay per view

[Verse 4: DaBoii]
Yeah, bitch thought I'd give her ass my all, bitch, I'm playin' you
Yeah, stupid-ass bitch damn near broke, you outdated too
Yeah, it's over with, I cut your ass off, nothin' to say to you
Yeah, goddamn, this bitch so ugly, I'm afraid of you
Got his bitch naked in my kitchen, what you makin', boo?
She like, "Macaroni and some cheese and some Jamaican food"
Bitch want a price for the head, I ain't payin' you
Yeah, call up BabyTron, I'm in the D, boy, I got weight to move
N***a, I be doin' all that shit that you wait to do
Yeah, pussy n***a say he gon' do what? Told him make a move
I'll flash my D's on a bitch, bet it make her choose
Opps talkin' 'bout they finna slide, he done made the news
I was damn near with this shit at the age of two
Yeah, told I'm tryna fuck her and her friend if she say it's cool
I heard your boyfriend a lil' bum, he don't pay his dues
Goddamn, this bitch on fire, told 'em raise the roof
Knock, knock, bitch, who at the door? Better not say it's you
SOB and them ShittyBoyz, we'll take a deuce
Yeah, heard you sendin' n***as on that skit and ain't pay the goons
BabyTron just bought a shrink ray, finna take the moon, n***a