City Boyz lyrics

[Intro: StanWill & BabyTron]
(This is Jay Johnson production)
I'm the GOAT, I'll put it on ten Bibles
Ayy, ayy, sh*ttyBoyz

[Verse 1: StanWill]
Put yo b*tch in a spin cycle
I'm the GOAT, I'll put it on ten Bibles
Ain't no punches through this b*tch, doing ten titles
Walked in the store with one slide and got ten items

[Verse 2: BabyTron]
Scam Wiz, I don't think I need college
Stan balling, throw a triple-team on him
Flex like the Hulk, I ain't never read comics
f*cked up the web off the punches, feel like Green Goblin

[Verse 3: JamesTooCold]
Ayy, b*tch hit my phone for the BNB
Broke a whole four Mastercard, call me "Master P"
Work week, hit it for the ten, not thе f*cking three
f*ck school, dark web taught me how to write and rеad, n*gga

[Verse 4: StanWill]
Taught my rat how to punch, she ain't Master Splinter
She ain't have her eyebrows done so I had to spin her
Paid two hunnid on what I had for dinner
Double G's on the slide so you know I tagged the slippers
[Verse 5: BabyTron]
Aquaman drip, I just got wet
Karate Kid, punching kicks off of StockX
Feel like we play in MyPark, how we got next
Made ten at the crack of dawn, I ain't got dressed

[Verse 6: JamesTooCold]
They knowing I'ma do a n*gga foul, how I got TECs
Walk around like we verified, how we got checks
Told her we gon' bust her sh*t again, she ain't block yet
Cutter still hitting [?] yet

[Verse 7: StanWill]
Feel like One-Punch Man when I'm on the web
sh*ttyBoyz on top, yeah, we too ahead
Chopstick put you in a suit like a newlywed
Reaching over here? Ain't no thoughts going through his head

[Verse 8: BabyTron]
On the road high as hell like a monster truck
Ball too hard, Kawhi Leonard couldn't lock us up
Pop him dead in his sh*t if I pop the trunk
Throw 'bows like Dwayne Johnson, no, you can't rock with us

[Verse 9: JamesTooCold]
Rock with us? How you gon' do it? Ain't no stocks with us
Glocks be tucked, come get yo b*tch, she got overf*cked
Load the car or yo b*tch-ass gon' load the truck
You n*ggas suck, free five star, n*gga, every lunch, ayy
[Verse 10: StanWill]
Throw a punch at you? Dawg, I ain't Triple G
Swing the K on it, turn yo block to the Middle East
Tron know they can't stop me with no triple-team
He was talking spicy, now his house where the missiles be

[Verse 11: BabyTron]
Foreign sneaks like I'm Messi, f*ck the World Cup
Lord Beerus with this punch, f*ck the world up
Crank the meter to the max, I'ma turn up
Ball like I'm Harden, got the sauce, watch me stir up

[Verse 12: JamesTooCold]
Ayy, she gon' f*ck the kid for a new wig
I just hopped up off the plane and bought the whole kit
b*tch, you can't hang with us, you ain't know sh*t
Ayy, feeling like Sub-Zero with the cold kicks, n*gga

[Verse 13: StanWill]
I ain't walk through a gallery, these the Margielas
My b*tch was tripping with the drip 'fore she know Ella
You can't ball on my team, should've knew better
Summertime, still paying five for a new sweater

[Verse 14: BabyTron]
Broke? You got the opps mixed up with me
Feel like Criss Angel, got some sh*t up my sleeve
Scammed the hoop coach and got kicked off the team
f*ck college, boy, I been had the sh*t talk degree