[Intro: BabyTron]
ShittyBoyz

[Verse 1: StanWill]
On the road for thirty days and thirty nights
No punches through this bitch, doing thirty fights
Circled on the opp block, we hit thirty rights
Looking at my future like you staring up at thirty lights

[Verse 2: TrDee]
Don't ask what's in the cup, don't you see me with the Drank God?
Don't ask do it hit, don't you see me with the Punch God?
Tapped in, get a n***a touched like a iPod
She wanna make a movie, set the cam on the tripod

[Verse 3: BabyTron]
Punching like a black belt, I'm a card master
Emotionless, I'll leave a bitch heart shattered
Good cappage on the 'Gram, you're a star actor
In store with fire, bitch, I'm flaming like I'm Charmander

[Verse 4: Icewear Vezzo]
Yeah, pop a school bus, I'm a bar master
Big chop that'll knock a n***a car backwards
Two beams on a Glock like car hazards
Drank God, bitch, I'm balling like March Madness
[Verse 5: StanWill]
With all this energy, boy must be Duracell
For all the grannies that I jugged, I might burn in Hell
Brought the slides in store, that's the burning smell
Come and get this Fraud Bible, boy, it's working well

[Verse 6: TrDee]
No cap, this BIN gon' put my n***as all on
She ain't sucking dick? She should spin and send her ass home
[?] I can't wait till Apple drop them iPhones
She a real freak, she don't do it with the lights on

[Verse 7: BabyTron]
Game sliders cranked up, I done found the glitch
D1 with the punch work, come and scout the kid
In BOA acting bad, boy, I'm counting slips
Life jacket underneath the fit, I might drown in drip

[Verse 8: Icewear Vezzo]
So much water on my neck, I might drown the bitch
Greyhound, only time that I hound a bitch
Finna do a turn around for right now and a six
What's that stanking in my pocket? A pile of shit

[Verse 9: StanWill]
Money on the floor, I'm spinning hoes like the Wheel of Fortune
Spikes on my toes, you a crumb, boy, you still in Jordans
What you paid for yo fit was my bill in Morton's
Even when I'm six feet deep but I'm still important
[Verse 10: TrDee]
You ain't getting money, you just be where the rappers be
I better not catch you lame-ass n***as where the bitches be
I ain't got a heart, I just like to wear it on my tee
Middle finger to them lame n***as that ever doubted me

[Verse 11: BabyTron]
Feel like Lil Tecca, I just held an opp for ransom
Grabbed the jacks and disappeared, I am not a phantom
SB blasting off, boy, yo rocket landing
Pull up like I'm Stone Cold, let the choppa slam him

[Verse 12: Icewear Vezzo]
Think I'm shooting videos, how I'm copping cannons
Finna pour the Hi-Tech, hold the Wock' for ransom
I don't be fucking with no rats, n***as hot as Tampa
Me and [?] dropped a eighth in a drop of Fanta, bitch