[Intro]
(Hokatiwi)

[Verse 1: BabyTron]
Eighty dollars what I need for a durantula
Heard he at the BNB, we pull up, shoot the mansion up
The chop got more legs on that bitch than a tarantula
If I don't got that bitch on me, I'ma knuckle sandwich something
Huh, jamming chips till they jam me up
Stand out in the room and I ain't even standing up
Goose parka big as fuck, got a gadget tucked
RIP Cartier Cash, bitch, you can add me up

[Verse 2: TrDee]
I don't know nobody with no money, just to keep it real
Opposition said they getting to it? They is not for real
Heard y'all n***as put him on a shelf, I cannot sign a deal
Yeah, I'm kinda skinny but pockets get a lot of meals
Give me ten minutes, I'ma have her like she Winnie Pooh
She gon' flock to me like a bird, told that bitch to shoo

[Verse 3: StanWill]
Knowing she belong to the streets, bitch, I'm hip to you
I ain't into beef, I could show you what the chicken do
Running 'round, pockets half my weight
Lil'-ass money, boy, you couldn't even cash my steak
Got about twenty jacks off, I don't masturbate
Come in Saks with me, I could show you how the rappers play
Saying that you punch on fast beats? You a copycat
I could really preach 'bout this piece, feel like Gandhi ass
Reaching over here? All he grabbed was a body bag
Running 'round like I'm Terry Crews, with my cocky-ass
[Verse 4: BabyTron]
Bitch biracial and my chain tricolor
Bro up close, lay it up, don't like jumpers
Eight hunnid dollar Off-White Nike runners
Got a hunnid different names that I swipe under

[Verse 5: TrDee]
Chop came with Red Bull, couple shots give him wings
Old hoes see me buzzing, damn, I know it kinda stings
Seen her with a lame n***a, I ain't even say a thing
It was for the free, I ain't even have to pay a thing

[Verse 6: StanWill]
I done brought yo bitch to the lab like she Dexter sis
I been rebounding out of Sprint, how I'm catching bricks
To the opps, fuck yo dead mans, he can rest in piss
I don't small talk, Glock greet him, he done met the blick

[Verse 7: BabyTron, TrDee & StanWill]
Bitch broke her neck, turned around like The Exorcist
Real Visa Man, walk in the store paperless
Chop got a angled foregrip, ain't no extra kick
2014, young Tron stuffed them Mexx with six