[Intro]
They finna hear this bitch and be like, "What the fuck?"
Bitch
Bitch, yeah
Huh, yeah, huh, ayy

[Verse]
Hit him in his omelette, boy, the chop full of Jimmy Dean
If Tron say "fuck you", you know I'm on Jimmy team
Count money, why I see fame? Feel like Slimmy B
Hunnid ARs, hunnid Glocks with 'bout fifty beams
Throw some lil' cheddar on his head, get him swiss cheesed
Wouldn't even give her ass a blessing if the bitch sneezed
High school, was Arena stepping, boy, them big B's
Head so good, almost said some shit I didn't mean
Punched a hunnid 12 Pros, damn near the Max Man
If I could, I'll throw yo album in the trash can
Glock 23, I'll give a opp his last dance
You ain't gotta ask me where I'm at, it's the Lab, man
I can feel the fucking GOAT running through my DNA
Only time you see me with a scrub if she a CNA
If he know I scammed Jesus, what would Jesus say?
How I'm feeling, fuck Ichiban, it's a pita day
Yeah, fuck it, I'ma hit Coney
Feel like Hugh Hef', everywhere I go that bitch on me
Name really should've been "Quan" 'cause I'm rich, homie
You couldn't get a punch up out of me if I was Mick Foley
Closet 'bout to flood the damn crib 'cause it's drip only
He'll catch a .223 before I put a fist on me
Funny how my Yeezys got my motherfucking kit glowing
Seen a lil' snow, punched a Moncler by Rick Owens
Every single lil' place I go, know the Glock poking
Told her I might be a lot of things but I'm not broke
If you see a opp, gang jumping off the top row
Put a hunnid holes in him, fuck around and Croc bro
Catch a opp at his venue, we'll rock show
On some real shit, ain't a scam I do not know
Bro bust exotic pops open and he drop four
Shells put him on the ground for beef, that's a taco
On the block with ninety-nine shots, feel like Tacko Fall
You a motherfucking moron, think I'm not gon' ball
I ain't even tell the bitch my name, she said, "Drop yo drawers"
Said he got the juice? Might fuck around and have to mop yo dawg
When I'm in store all I fucking know is grab giffy
Backshots, backshots, bitch got her ass Ricky
On the road, keep telling my bitch this the last city
Still up Glock knowing I could beat yo ass, really
White bitch eating dick on cam, I'm Jamal Murray
Hunnid fucking Glocks at the spot and they all 30
Opps got a single thing in common, why they all dirty?
Threw her in a mink, my bitch walk around all furry
Opps said it's on the floor, I told them n***as bet it up
Reach for anything? Pop yo ass like you 7 Up
She know I'm a Christian 'cause my shoe bottoms red as fuck
Push my fucking Yeezys on the gas, ain't no letting up
Let him play foul, Dee blowing, he a referee
Dior's Christian as fuck, I done blessed my feet
Green light done made a opp stop, he done met my beam
You done let yo bitch meet ShittyBoyz, now she left yo team
We don't want her, she a free agent
Everywhere I fucking go Glock poking, piece dangling
Think he wanna fight? Must fuck around and wanna meet angels
TrVan Gogh, might fuck around and have Dee paint you
[Outro]
Yeah
Bitch, we— huh
Bitch, we really shit, huh
Yeah, bitch, I'm giffy
Bitch, yeah, we giffy lit
Yeah, I'm in that one bag on this bitch, man
Feel like the old ShittyBoyz