Neiman or Saks lyrics

[Intro: BabyTron]
(Alloutw4r)
sh*ttyBoyz, Dog sh*t Militia, long live $cam, dumbass, you know?
Live from the Lab, what up, Gramz?
Ayy, huh (313 Mafia)

[Verse 1: BabyTron]
If I catch you in that Goose coat, it ain't no flockin'
Riding with the sniper gang, I feel like Yak
You ain't had the Stilpane, it feel like Act'
Bro off two 30s wonderin' why he feel like that
sh*t, it's all-out war, I'm with the mafia
The shrooms really don't mix good with insomnia
F-f-f-f-f-f-fully, fully switchy f*ck your body up
Heard they want some beef, we turned they spot to a hibachi truck
You a grown-ass man with lil'-boy pape'
This the baby version, totin' lil'-boy Drac'
Dipped into the whippits, you might hear a lil' voice change
Told my shooter that I'm payin' triple if it's point blank

[Verse 2: YSR Gramz]
Yeah, Tron, give me 20K, I shoot 'em close range
I ain't gon' lie, I bought a chop before I bought chain
The way my shooter shoot that b*tch, he hall of fame
I'm tryna run it up and be on the floor at a Pistons game
Bro said he drunk so much drank, he don't p*ss the same
Moissanite diamonds in your sh*t, it don't hit the same
I'm finna drop a big-ass chain like I'm T-Pain
n*ggas out here doin' anything for some free fame
A hundred-some shots in this b*tch, I'll make it rain
With gang at the BET Awards takin' n*gga chains
Put the switchy on his head, aim at his brain
This a Draco in my pants, I don't need a cane
[Verse 3: BabyTron]
Even if you rockin' skinny jeans, you gon' need a belt
I'll put up fifty quickly, he gon' need some help
Overdid the drank, like, every time I drink, I belch
Overdid the shrooms, like, every time I think, I melt
When they say the word goat, sh*t, I think myself
Who the f*ck is you? Who is y'all? I'll be myself
Ain't no composition, like, only I can beat myself
Lookin' in the mirror at the top, can only see myself
Granny say I'm c*cky, off a Xanny, bro a zombie
(Phew, phew, phew), your b*tch blow me while I blow the zotti
All this Quagen in my body, sh*t, I gotta go and potty
I ain't finna Elmer Fudd it, if you see me, hold the shotty

[Verse 4: YSR Gramz & BabyTron]
If I want a n*gga dead for the cheap, call Johnny
Rat-ass rapper got the cops tryna sign him
I got fire 'za in this Backwood, you can't find it
The Glock got a fast-forward button on it, I'll rewind you
They like, "YSR, where the f*ck you been?" I been grindin'
Soon as I put these diamonds in my mouth, I'll blind her
pus*y wasn't hittin' on sh*t, she a dryer
n*ggas think sh*t sweet like a toy, n*gga, try me
n*gga said he did somethin' to me, he a liar
He went to jail, couldn't buy a lawyer, they fried him
He put his trust in them one n*ggas, they slimed him
I hit this b*tch for only ten minutes, she timed it
All these diamonds on my body, guarantee it that she eye me
I'm a Black n*gga, but the 'za got me lookin' Chinese
[Outro]
(Alloutw4r)
(313 Mafia)