[Intro: StanWill]
Looking at my
Ayy, looking at myself like
Ayy

[Verse 1: StanWill]
Looking at myself like, damn, I'm ugly than a bitch
Thinking to myself like I might be ugly but I'm rich
I just spent a thousand on some shoes, on some fuck it shit
All I know is jam and slide, wouldn't touch a brick
Bitch talk a lot like, damn, can you suck my dick?
Bougie than a motherfucker, boy, you couldn't touch my bitch
Would never throw a fist, how ironic that I punched a blick
ShittyBoyz shitting, how ironic that I'm up some shit

[Verse 2: D. Deshaun]
Ayy, I walk past all the pretty hoes, wanna blow a kiss
Tell me how you 'posed to make a bag, you won't take a risk
Just shot a ground breaker, hit maker, I can never miss
Crossed another goal off the list, smoking out the zip
Now who told these lil' n***as they could fuck with us?
With the ShittyBoyz, ShittyBoy got the bubblе guts
I'm hopping in and out these hoes' hеarts like it's Double Dutch
Tongue out like I'm MJ, scoring in a clutch
It take time, wanna run it up? You ain't got to rush
It can get depressing if these n***as think 'bout pressing us
I heard the opps running out of money, running out of luck
I wake up early, getting to the bucks, time to run it up
[Verse 3: StanWill]
Keep some Charmin on me everywhere I go, I'm fucking shitting
Think I need a heavyweight belt, bitch, I punch like 'Lista
He brought some knuckles to a gun fight, that's a dumb decision
I think the opps some vegetarians 'cause they don't touch no chicken
Blicky on me, giffies on me, I'm in LA tripping
Might be skinny but I flex like I'm in LA Fitness
N***as all bark with no bite, I can tell they bitches
Chilling in a room full of models, I can tell they tempted

[Verse 4: D. Deshaun]
Now how you gon' see me and you ain't got the vision?
I wake up and replenish in the kitchen, something like a chemist
N***as cannot hang with the gang, out here acting timid
We up at Saks Fifth spending chips on designer denim
I tried to put yo mans on some BINs, it just wasn't in him
He tried to walk a mile in my Forces but they couldn't fit him
I'm tip-toeing on this beat, lighter than a feather
Yo bitch wanna roll with the clique but you wouldn't let her

[Verse 5: StanWill]
Ayy, I can trip and fall on my ass, still run it up
You know all my dawgs got a MAG, still knuckle up
Guess I gotta ball with a mask, fuck Corona, huh
You can catch me all in my bag, play with luggage, huh
Ayy, I could probably skydive and wouldn't fall off
We'll blow him sky high, he acting all tough
Ayy, gave D. Deshaun a high five, we fucked 'em all up
Ayy, showed this lil' bitch a light five and got my balls sucked
Shippy after shippy after shippy, shout-out Amazon
Granny after granny after granny, it's a scamathon
They think it's Zac Efron and Corbin Bleu but it's just Stan and Tron
I just punched the Yeezys off the site, I don't stand in line