[Intro: BabyTron]
(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)
(Damn, JakeSand) Hey

[Verse 1: BabyTron]
The way she suck dick, man, I think this bitch a pornstar
Two chains, 2022, I'm gon' have four charms
Shoot the wheels off that Trackhawk, you won't soar far
European sneakers push the pedal in a foreign car

[Verse 2: TrDee]
Some hoes'll really let you fuck because of who you are
Teacher asked me what I wanna be, I told her ass, "A star"
Do the dash, Ricky Bobby, if the money callin'
I'ma keep shitting on these n***as 'til I'm in a coffin

[Verse 3: BabyTron]
Foreign kicks, shooting shit like I'm Gallinari
White Cartiers looking like a plate of calamari
Out in Cali off some Wockiana, I might crash the 'Rari
Drop an opp, go home, then throw his dumb ass a party

[Verse 4: TrDee]
Slim-thick snow bunny, my lil' cocaina
Feet up off the beach, chillin' in my beater
I can be in Cali, man, I'm still ridin' with the heater
Came through and team wiped the gang, this lil' bitch an eater
[Verse 5: BabyTron]
Supreme trucker, would've thought that I was Odd Future
Was on the bench when we was hoopin', y'all are not shooters
Not to mention, can't afford some Glocks, y'all went and copped Rugers?
In a Hellcat, I'm only tryna dodge troopers

[Verse 6: TrDee]
Asked her is she throwin' neck before I come and scoop her
I just need you for the brain, be my lil' tutor
You ain't elevatin' n***as, how are you a boss?
You can't never get a win, you like Jared Goff

[Verse 7: BabyTron]
Eighty dollar three-five, this some Giant Fuyu
Sleeve Nash, bet the play green if I slide it to you
I don't fight, throw a jab, I'ma probably try and shoot you
Bitch so evil, fuck around and probably try some voodoo
Pocket full of blues, clip full of hollows
'Fit five thousand, when I walk, bet the drip gon' follow
Goose dub in the club, told them bitches get some ponchos
CPN fire than a fuck, I might get a condo

[Verse 8: TrDee]
Could brag, but I don't, guess I'm a humble beast
Yeah, I heard you jumped off the porch, but you ain't cross the street
She a cold lil' bitch, but the head is heat
Gang'll rather camp like it's COD, they don't like to tweet
Somewhere in his bushes, pop up on him when he leavin' out
We ain't even make it to the bed, I hit her on the couch
I'm applyin' pressure, can't forget they used to count me out
Yeah, I heard your song, I hate to say, you not gon' make it out
[Verse 9: BabyTron]
Ballsack on the Honey Badger, this a hundred shots
Try and get off, I bet you run and drop
Quagen out the pint, you get sleepy off a couple drops
Getting free firearms, online punchin' Glocks

[Verse 10: TrDee]
Tell a bitch before we fuck, "Show me your Credit Karma"
Heard them boys hit him with Klay Thompson, caught eleven of 'em
Told neph' he cannot come around, he always up to somethin'
We was sitting when the site down, now it's up and running

[Outro]
(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)
(Tommy, what is going on?)