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[Intro: BabyTron]
sh*ttyBoyz

[Verse 1: BabyTron]
Fit wet as hell, I drip water like Poseidon
Punching DoorDash, I got Ruth Chris arriving
Feeling too blessed, I'm AP in Verizon
Just touchdown, b*tch, I'm feeling like a [?]
Baby, check the rating stats, been maxed out
Dee a bulldozer, he just cleared Saks out
Ric Flair cookie, this'll make you tap out
Slam dunk like Stackhouse, I done blew her back out

[Verse 2: StanWill]
When I was down, I had a piece for every puzzle
The way I punch sh*t, you would think I like to tussle
You strong with the hands? Bro blowing off your muscle
Look me in my eyes, all you see is the hustle
Good approval so I signed sh*ttyBoyz
Upping checks on n*ggas, whole life I been unemployed
Had a heart once but now the juggs for the boys
Brodie punching up for some belts like he f*ck with Floyd

[Verse 3: BabyTron]
Baby K'll fling his ass to the ozone
Bro slid for the ice, call him "Frozone"
Pops said the belt ain't sh*t, life goes on
You decline in six stores, dude, go home
Brought some new jacks to the city, feel like Nino Brown
Ten bands in two days, this the sh*t I dreamed about
Running up a check, I'm getting sweaty, b*tch, I need a towel
Jule'll put yo ass in a suit like you reading vows
[Verse 4: StanWill]
Ain't no "I" in "team" but it's a "I" in "I'm the GOAT"
Shouts on the 'Gram? I'ma take you as a joke
b*tch on my di*k, is you gon' put it down yo throat?
If she throw me in the cold, I'm throwing Moncler on the coat
When it's beef, I can't find n*ggas like they Waldo
Big on the MAG and it kick like Ronaldo
Same n*ggas hating be the same ones I ball on
sh*ttyBoyz the gang, only n*ggas I can fall on

[Verse 5: BabyTron]
Prolific sport 'cause I'm really out here winning
Granny pray at church 'cause I'm really out here sinning
Heavyweight BINs, my sh*t really out here hitting
sh*ttyBoyz lieutenant, b*tch, I'm really out here sh*tting
That is that thrust if you still rocking Rocks
Shooter got range, I'ma call him "Rocket Watts"
Cuff who? b*tch, I'm spinning like a bottle top
Saucy-ass fit, a lot of drip and a lot of drop

[Verse 6: StanWill]
Ask what I am, I say ten times ten
Tell me, have you ever made ten off a BIN?
Pray God forgive me, made ten off my sins
Picked up the cards, now it's win after win
Call me "sensei", I can put you in a dojo
I ain't in a ring but I punch like I'm Cotto
Any smoke, bro folding tops like a Polo
Ain't no running from me 'cause he shooting from the logo
sh*ttyBoyz up, y'all n*ggas down and out
Hoes ain't loyal, hurt my soul finding out
Sick that I'm winning, n*ggas wanna fight me now
Punch a little piece, boy think he Tyson now