[Intro]
Reuel, stop playing with these n***as

[Verse 1: GSO Zakarree]
Tron just showed a fire BIN that'll get us rich
I just took him the kitchen, showed him how to whip
BabyTron on the track, that's a ShittyBoy
Put that pussy in the trunk, he was a shitty boy
I'm fucking every bad bitch I see, I'm a city boy
Tron just punched a fire-ass card but he is not Floyd
How you plugged in and dying? You a Android
GSO shit, n***a, what you stand for?

[Verse 2: BabyTron]
A hundred blanks, MacBook, embosser, reader, writer with me
Starting to think I'm a caveman, I keep fire with me
I could up a seventy and that's just off of sliding giffies
You can't get my BIN if you ain't never walk in Meijer's with me
Rich problems, man, my new Samsung dryer glitching
Been in my bag but I'm thinking that it's time to zip it
He ain't gon' think the beef real till my sniper hit him
Dawg snake as hell, Randy Orton, got some viper in him

[Verse 3: GSO Zakarree]
If I want a n***a touched, I put my hands on him
If I need a n***a killed, I put some bands on him
I'll hit the switch on this bitch like a Transformer
Tron got some ice on his neck, I think he scam for 'em
N***a caught me lacking with the blick but it jammed on him
Turn around, hit him in the head then I stand on him
If I don't want the bitch, I put my mans on him
This a high Tech, sluts, don't put yo hands on it
[Verse 4: BabyTron]
You made yo first twenty off of EDDs? How typical
I'm a scam vet, show respect, that's the principle
Really backdooring, better lock it or I'm slipping through
Still sipping green? You better off drinking pickle juice
Stan got a tool, he ain't fix shit when he hit his roof
Blew six figures, 2020, on the biblical
Unc' got the birds, turned the Scat to a pigeon coupe
Chop got some kick, Johnny Cage, we'll finish you

[Verse 5: GSO Zakarree]
When it's beef, fuck a Glock, I'm sending missiles through
Unc' got some birds in the trap, it's a pigeon coupe
I don't know how to scam but I'll serve you
.40 hit his top laying down, this is curfew

[Verse 6: BabyTron]
Gold, white gold, rose gold, trio on my chain
I done wrecked the 'Cat fucking 'round speeding in the rain
Chase, Huntington, BOA, eating off the banks
Talking 'bout you tough but you really be where it's safe

[Verse 7: GSO Zakarree]
Booted up, suited, ball on n***as like the NBA
I hit this bitch on the bed, I done broke the frame
[Verse 8: BabyTron]
I used to play a little bit but, nah, now it's no more games
Backpack [?] jokes up, I ain't smoking [?]