[Intro: BabyTron]
ShittyBoyz

[Verse: StanWill]
Sack head, baby, I be itching for the plays
Started cracking cards, now I'm lacking with the grades
Punch God Tron getting active from the pay
If he got an attitude, bro reacting with a K
World touring, hitting Walmarts near you
Bro smoking something that you can’t hear through
Old bitch mad, left her in the rear view
Let the demon out the Scat when I hit gear two
Walking out of Wally’s with the AP green
One hitter quitter when I punch with this BIN
Counting up my blessings while I'm running up my sins
Lil' bitch on dick, I'm gon' put it in her ribs
Jumped in the water, now I drown in the drip
Talking 'bout fighting? Boy, you need to punch a lift
You ain’t got a ride to work, now you missing shifts
I know Susan on your head, boy, your manager a bitch
Hellcat roaring, hear scream when I stay pass
On me, I'ma bust a jugg 'fore the day pass
Pussy too wet, swear to God that I can’t last
Thought my ex bitch was the one but it ain’t last
Zoey 101, got my white bitch swiping
Set the play on me? I don’t advise you to try it
Jimmy Craig with me, I don’t really do the fighting
'Cause the Glock could knock a pound off you like you on a diet
Rich steaks, Mickey D’s turned to hibachi
Used to mean-mug, now the bitch face sloppy
Sauce God, bitch, I go by "Mr. Teriyaki"
I can teach you how to punch like I'm Mr. Miyagi
Shooting for the stars 'cause I been near the next
Fucking up the [?] I been there [?]
[?] Balencis so it's six when I step
Certified shit talker so I speak from the chest
I can tell you ain’t tapped in with the source
Got my first method then I threw away the sports
Was four for four, now it's four for a course
ShittyBoyz up, bitch, we running with the torch
Fairlane tripping when I'm stuffed with the Flaming Wok
I’m Mister Spin A Bitch, you Captain Save A Thot
Drip God, when I walk in, bet it rain a lot
Bro like to paint with the stick, he’ll stain a opp
Only time you punching up is when you punching in
I'ma run it up if I keep running with these BINs
Baby, I’m a GOAT so I'ma tell you how it is
From the bottom to the top, turned my losses into wins
Charged up, feel like Duracell with the power
Thinking that we sweet? Have my shooter play it sour
Airbnb, fucking up the marble counters
She a freak, got me jumping out my trousers
Ain’t no typos when I fuck with that embosser
Test me and I'ma play it like Mr. Crocker
We want all static, bro'll hit you with a shocker
He used to bully n***as, stuffing kids into lockers
Clear Fruit in one hand, roll in the other
All that pillow talking? Better keep it in the covers
Dame Time with the Glock since you got the thunder
StanWill, bitch, I’m the GOAT, did I stutter?
I would hate too if I was you, I couldn't be y'all
Kenzo, eye on the tee, I can see all
Courtesy of punches, I be living for the free ball
Drawers twenty plus, what the fuck is a free ball?
I-94 in the Beam', bitch, I'm stabbing
Looking for the punch, sike nah, I'm jabbing
No witness when I hit the set, I be grabbing
“Can I get the sauce?”, yeah, if you slay a dragon
Dumbass
[Outro]
I wanted you, you wanted me
Together we were meant to be
But now there's something new in this recipe
And it's clear there's just no room for three