[Intro: BabyTron]
ShittyBoyz

[Verse 1: BabyTron]
Fendi drip, I'm euro stepping like I'm Dwyane Wade
I was down bad and made eight in the same day
Jay Ale’s twice a day and I ain't even gain weight
Can't crack a smile in the bank, that's my game face
I pray to God I make it up 'cause I done sinned a lot
Buffed up, but weigh a buck twenty, I ain't did a squat
Used to work on my step back and my jump shot
The day that I'm broke is the day that my lungs stop
I came up off stealing shit, feel like Gary Payton
Used to sleep on the floor, ain't even have a blanket
Since he a demon, bro gon' send his ass to Satan
Punches so fire, hit the store like a Super Saiyan
Acting rich but getting handouts ain't acceptable
ShittyBoyz got the power, something like Incredibles
Said that we broke? Brodie smacked off an edible
I left the store, make sure my signature ain't legible

[Verse 2: StanWill]
ShittyBoy, bitch, I'm hated by the janitors
Time to clock in, man, I know you hate your manager
I'm thrusted up every day up on the calendar
If bro on the road then the stick riding passenger
On the Web, punching kicks like karate
My bitch hating n***as, think I fuck with a Nazi
Pro'd up, I stay with bread like salami
Bro bring that plank anywhere like he Jonny
Wrestle who? Bitch, I don't do judo
Squaring up can get your soul blew straight to Pluto
Hoes gon' be hoes so I play her like I'm Cujo
You ain't hip it to the ShittyBoyz? Bet y'all boo know
I been plugged in longer than y'all television
Mr. Paint-a-Freak-Bitch-Face, I'm a cosmetician
T-H-R-U-S-T, we the definition
And we done seen more power than electricians
[Verse 3: BabyTron]
"I'ma put you on", let me stop lying my ass off
ShittyBoyz, this our year, bitch, we finna blast off
He don't know shit about the work so I'ma tax dawg
Bro'll go from zero to a hundred like a fastball
Clay got the night vision, busting with the flash off
"Oh, I'm scared of him, he was busting with the mask off"
Ain't no promo code but I got it for the half off
How's it feel to see us drop one vid and we passed y'all?
Bro love the fast money, guess that he hate patience
Glock .40 send him to the moon like a space station
Passing shit out like I maxed out my playmaking
Bro put up two sticks like he playing PlayStation
Was bad as hell in school, told my teacher fuck them grades
Don't wake the glizzy up, that bitch tucked away
Used to be a bench warmer, now I'm known for touching plays
Swiper no swiping, hit the store and then I snuck away

[Verse 4: StanWill]
Swear the gift that I got ain't from Santa Claus
BabyTron upping giffies, you would think he Santa Claus
Yeah, I grew up hooping, now I wouldn't even grab a ball
Broke as a joke, all I can do is laugh at y'all
Made it in rain, bitch, I'm Mr. Fuck-Y'all-Weave-Up
Cameras out so it's only right I throw the sleeve up
ShittyBoyz shitting, come and call for a clean up
Like he Richtown, Relly Rell will shoot your scene up
Talking out yo ass? That'll get your soul lifted up
N***as talking loose, catch 'em out, watch them stiffen up
I was hitting juggs, you was on yo ass hitting blunts
Bitch said I'm broke, she the type to pick a nickel up
Hoes used to pick on me till I picked my chicken up
Oh, you ten toes? Well the stick'll pick yo pivot up
Better zip yo lips 'fore the morgue come and zip 'em up
Back from the dead, bitch, the Thrust God risen up
[Verse 5: BabyTron & StanWill]
Fuck you, your mama and your dead mans
BabyTron keep a method like I'm Redman
N***as tryna catch my drip like a headband
Turn 'em into Sonic when he see me, I'm the Eggman
Bro masked up with two sticks like he Deadpool
Tryna fight who? Fight them roaches in yo bedroom
Finna run it up, I just need a little legroom
Cutting into bitches like I graduated med school
Stunning hoes, call me "Stone Cold Sleeve Austin"
You better play it smart like the guard that played for Boston
I'm catching plays in the field like Tavon Austin
I can get your granddad slept, have Clayvon off him