[Intro]
(Getta Beats)
(Howatiwi)

[Verse 1: BabyTron]
Walking in my shoes, it's gon' hurt but it might take a mile
Keyword "my", how the fuck you gon' take my style?
Mean-mugging, upping like a dub, I can't fake a smile
Only thing raw is the cone, bitch, that ain't my child
Only thing I haven't punched yet is a house
Only thing that I see on your bitch is a mouth
Red dot with the, yeah, I'm zooming in and out
Coach Tron, OT , audible, I switch the route

[Verse 2: StanWill]
Ayy, I got red tips in the chop, put some chesters on him
I just touch down with some jacks, did the Hester on 'em
One phone call'll get him, feel like Lester on 'em
Left him dead right on the floor tryna wrestle on [?]
Balenciaga stepping, it's Off-White if I do the Mikes
And before I ever lose a fight, he'll lose his life
Opp called me "broke" like he he a doofus, right?
For them loose screws, n***as know I got a toolie tight

[Verse 3: TrDee]
Man, I'm flyer than some pilots, I don't need a flight
How I get these n***as plates and I ain't get a bite?
You was cuffing broke bitches, I am not the type
This some [?] dub looking kinda light
I keep getting money, going places you ain't never been
She a soul snatcher, man, I'm waking up in Hell again
You gon' catch the nearest Uber if you miss the mail again
You gon' fuck around and vomit if you hit that [?] again
[Verse 4: BabyTron]
You gon' probably die if the pistols get involved
I ain't gon' lie, I'm probably tripping in the Loft
Lil' bitch tripping, tryna grip it while it's soft
Let 'em try to leap, Glock ribbit like a frog
Knowing I'm a star, this bitch look at me like Galileo
7.62s hit his BM house and crack a cradle
Eddie V's brunch, hunnid scammers sitting at the table
Winner time coming? Boy, you flashing them taxes, ain't you?

[Verse 5: StanWill]
Caught him out as a opp, left him as a dead person
All that running out of pape' he doing left his legs hurting
Switch the IP address again 'cause the feds lurking
Dukes named me "Stan" but in store, bitch, I'm [?]
Huh, don't get blew like some hot food
We'll turn 'em red for them blues, how a cop do
Hit him with a head but the Glock full of Caillous
All this fucking pape' in my pocket, I could buy you

[Verse 6: TrDee]
Trump, why these lames turnt? Fuck it, I'ma vote for Biden
Make her say some crazy shit like this is what I get for lying
Fuck around and break my heart like this is what I get for trying
Fuck around and get his [?] like this is what you get for hiding
Phone on DND, run it up to the E-N-D
Choppa make it rock, think I'm pulling up with PnB
She can't see the crib, I always hit her at the BNB
Riding through The 'Burbs like, "What do bitches really see in me?"
[Verse 7: BabyTron]
Metta World Peace, I used to punch but I'm a changed man
Bitch, you got on Ray-Bans, you bet not try to blade dance
If I count the bullets, I'ma need like eight hands
Talking 'bout a baby, out the window is my eighth plan

[Verse 8: StanWill]
It's a dick hanging off this bitch but it ain't trans
Fettuccine with the lobster tail and a steak, man
If you bust a move, I'm busting him because I can't dance
B-R-O-K-E, bitch, that ain't Stan

[Verse 9: TrDee]
Said I'm getting bigger, I'm like, "Ain't that what the money do?"
See us out, you keep it hot, something like the bunnies do
Add your post to my page, this is what the dummies do
When you really got a buzz, this is what the honnies do