[Intro: BabyTron]
(You stupid-ass lil' boy)
Ayy, stupid-ass lil' boy, huh
What up, Stan? What up, Reese?
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (ShittyBoyz)

[Verse 1: BabyTron]
Rusty-ass boy need WD-40
Pockets fat as hell like I fuck with E-40
Jumped in the deep end, never seen Dory
Laying with a cold bitch drinking [?]
And the piece foreign, Visa from the Netherlands
This bitch got the demon head but she heaven-sent
GOAT DNA, bitch, you can't question it
Heavy-ass Triple S, I could press a brick

[Verse 2: StanWill]
Been a scammer since birth, I'm a shiesty fuck
You bought ninety pieces and declined off ninety numbers
Man, yo bitch? I'm most likely fucking
Real ShittyBoy, me and gang, we ride with plungеrs
That mean we got sticks around
360 on a bitch, I done spint hеr 'round
If it's up, bro'll make a opp hit the ground
She gon' go poof if you bring yo bitch around
[Verse 3: Bankroll Reese]
I could make hits, take hits, or I could do both
I just got a chop, the clip longer than Manute Bol
Just had yo bitch in her feelings, did her too bold
If it's really beef, I grab the heat like it's too cold
Ayy, now they finna say I came heat
I watched everybody 'round me change but I'm the same me
N***as tried to knock me off my pivot, I ain't changed feet
Old hoes get the dang face with the gang three

[Verse 4: BabyTron]
Good punch turned my closet into Foot Locker
Ran the check the fuck up, I'm a jugg doctor
Ran the check the fuck up, I need a foot doctor
You ain't aiming for my head, you a foot popper

[Verse 5: StanWill]
SmackDown punch work, I came Scotty 2 Hotty
Big drip, boy, yo bitch sick I came tsunami
Drifted on 'em out, turn a Scat to a Ducati
Caught him skywalking at the set and knock the Luke out him

[Verse 6: Bankroll Reese]
With the ShittyBoyz, cutting up like the Ninja Turtles
I be really dripping Off-White but my denim Purple
And my cup full of crushed ice but I'm sipping purple
They ain't feel the pressure last year, bitch, I'm finna hurdle
[Verse 7: BabyTron]
Got kicked out of church 'cause I scammed my reverend
If I hit him with that, he gon' land in Heaven
Jay Ale's now, it used to be anorexic
Shout-out FedEx, I got Apple jacks for breakfast

[Verse 8: StanWill]
Wouldn't put a ring on a bitch if she was Neptune
Bitch said she wasn't throwing neck so I left room
Louis checkers wrapped around my waist, making chess moves
Crack him up with the chop, I brought Mike Epps through

[Verse 9: Bankroll Reese]
Ayy, but ain't shit funny
You ain't throwing neck? Bitch, you ain't got shit for me
They like, "What's that hanging out that bitch?", that's the clip, dummy
And I'm steady leaning off the juice like a sick mummy

[Verse 10: BabyTron]
Throw a jab? Fuck around and get yo ass killed
The gang speed cranked up, you can't pass this
I'm a Ksubi rocker, love how the pants fit
Jam dick in yo bitch then I jam chips

[Verse 11: StanWill]
If it's pape' on the floor, I'ma lay down
More slides OT than a playground
I'll bust him if I catch him on a greyhound
We on ten with him if we catch him up on 8 Mile
[Verse 12: Bankroll Reese]
N***as tapping in for the sauce, this shit A1
I could pass it off or shoot the pill like I'm Trae Young
Never folded shit, tatted on me since day one
Bitch called my phone talking crazy, had to hang up