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[Intro: BabyTron]
(Ooh sh*t, that's a Danny G beat)
Okay
Yeah, okay

[Verse 1: BabyTron]
Pull up on me, got this one scam, you don't need credit
They won't check sh*t when I pull up Louis V stepping
Pull up, cut into the lil' b*tch, ain't doing C-section
I can make a twenty easy off of two or three debits
We'll crop you out with the chopper, do a clean edit
I be wondering why I take them L's, b*tch, you need lessons
Winter 2017, I got so many free X's
High as hell on the road, I had to backtrack three exits

[Verse 2: BandGang Biggs]
I need to DoorDash a pizza, let me call Tron
We in the studio blowed, b*tch, we all fried
Catch you talking on the net'll get you [?]
RIP [?] ain't been the same since my dawg died
I got a condo out the way but you can't have the addy
I'm in this b*tch getting cake, I ain't talking patty
Them three years on the bunk got me business savvy
Don't touch me if you see me out, b*tch, you ain't gotta tap me
Ayy, or catch a bullet to your throat
Call you "red bottom", boy, yo blood dripping on the floor
If you tripping, let me know so I can trip with you
Young rich n*gga but I got a big pistol
RIP Skinny, man, that boy was in a 9-11
But I ain't tripping 'cause he up there with the guys in Heaven
He sent some bullets in that work so he gon' die eventually
Now I think it's time for me to teach you boys a lesson
[Verse 3: BabyTron]
Turnt in and made 5K off of ten giffies
Catching plays, swinging sticks, b*tch, I'm like Ken Griffey
Funny how she came in with you but she left with me
The opps got lil' money, this month I spent fifty
First class cool but I really want a private jet
Ball now, back then I had no pape' inside my Mex
You gon' beat yo b*tch ass if you look inside our texts
Made fifty in the same pair of Crocs and Nike Tech
Think it's time to run it up, I been jogging lately
Up now, if I was down, they wouldn't call yo baby
Strong sh*t, this some Turtle Pie, get high off eighthy
This is really what I do, that's why I talk so crazy

[Verse 4: BandGang Biggs]
That's why I talk so lazy 'cause I be high as f*ck
Exotic 'Wood, the Cookie blunt don't get me high enough
I'm in the store for Off-Whites, I'm tryna buy 'em up
Ayy, I watch the work jump back while it's drying up
I'm out in public, see me out with a killer or two
Get to shooting, bullets open the middle of you
Ayy, choppa busting, no telling what it'll do
Ayy, contemplating in my head which b*tch I'ma screw

[Verse 5: BabyTron]
Burning off rubber while I drift, tripping in the coupe
Bro still quick with the stick, sipping on the juice
Course I'ma shoot, I don't even dribble when I hoop
Pent house view, b*tch, I'm doing business on the roof
b*tch, I'm with Bigg, sh*ttyBoyz with the BandGang
Knew she was easy, she was choosing off the Lab chain
Every time I do a scam I say that it's the last day
Every time I drop a check I say that it's the last bank