[Intro: StanWill]
Bitch, yeahh, ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, that's on every sound
Bitch, what up TrDee?

[Verse 1: StanWill]
Unky' Trist' pourin'
Better hope them sharks don't catch you fish bowlin'
Call her lolli, before I pop I make her lick on it
He ain't thinkin' with his cerebellum, put the blick on it
This glocky got the switch on it

[Verse 2: TRL]
Fuck around and have to run you down, they put a hit on you
TRL, the SB youngest n***as with some kits on 'em (for real)
I done risked my life for this shit, you ain't risked nothin'
N***as mad 'bout they lil' hoes, 'cuz they bitch fuckin'

[Verse 3: TrDee]
I was hittin' n***as hoes before I had a fanbase
Slammed her like the Big Show, I'm tryna make the bеd break
Why the fuck you pop out with that vest likе your head safe (huh?)
Strippers stop me walkin' through the door, she can smell pape

[Verse 4: TRL]
I smell mid in the air, that shit headache
My bitch told me I was single, I'm like "yeah, okay"
Your baby a [?], man lil' hoe you crazy
Got real, zip him up like he rockin' Bape
Bitch, I'm good anywhere, ain't gotta play it safe
Just for playin' with the Camp, and you get yellow taped (don't play with us)
He a small fry to me, I'm higher in the rank
Just a 7 mile n***a who love sippin' drank
Pick your bitch up, she licked the dick then we hit the bank
Go get [?] for a tester, let it hit the H
Heard it's snakes in the grass, lawnmower with the drake
He hang with the opps, tag that n***a and give him shake
[Verse 5: BabyTron]
Every eighthy 80, ain't no Wocky round this bitch I'm still poppin' Quagey-agey
MPX glockiana and I got a baby drakey
BOA's goin' off the banks today I made a 80
Bitch I'm Mr. Play It Crazy

[Verse 6: StanWill]
Huh, if they ain't got no Virgil, babe it ain't
We done ran 'em down with AR pistol, boy you can't escape
All this water on our neck the bitches think we Wavy Navy
Bro like Tracy he'll score a rock, his buddy aim the greatest (brrp, brrp, brrp)
That's the scam jack chirp
Ain't no standards in my glockiana, every mag .30

[Verse 7: TRL]
When I'm in the city I tote glocky, ain't no safety on it
We done had this torch for a minute so who gon' take it from us
N***as need to stop playin', actin' like they takin' somethin'
'Cuz if a n***a try that, a couple cases comin'
What you heard about the cap, you know we been seen 100
And we'll put it on your top, 'cuz this shit is nothin'

[Verse 8: TrDee]
Freak bitch tuggin' on me, tryna fuck in public (let me off, damn)
Every time money come up, you gon' change the subject (lame)
He don't care 'bout no money, only where the hoes at
Unky popped a Perc' and got to tweakin, Super Gremlin Kodak
My bitch'll pull up shootin', she like Caitlin Clark
Paint you like an artist, or like you the art
[Verse 9: TRL]
She say I'm a star, and she want a part
We got blicks in this whip, so don't be alarmed
She wanna eat at 5 star, but it's lookin' [?]
Bullets make him lose weight, got him burnin' carbs
I don't talk that small talk, I gotta see it large
And her friend want it too, like she playin' guard
Don't come to me lookin' for love, I ain't got no heart
My shooter aim on point like we playin' darts
You only here for a minute, baby, play your part
It's a flash on a Glock, hit you in the dark
We just drunk a whole pint, it's just me and Mark
Cameras on the back end, use it when I park
Choppa got more reach than KD, hit 'em from afar
My dog just bite, he don't talk, he don't never bark
Bullets from his trunk to the edges, shoot up the whole car
You playin' hoe games, thinkin' you gon' go far?
Put your ass on GoFundMe, you ain't even got no money
Better act like you know somethin', no cap boys and no funny

[Verse 10: BabyTron]
Hot as fish grease, you want a verse? Then bring a 10 ball
Think you fuckin' with the gang? Must be off the Fentanyl
Fully switches on these bitches, tryna knock his head off
Allergic to the green, I'm like "what the red cost?"
V12 in it, I'mma leave the feds lost
New fire six-seeker, treat this shit like [?] sauce