[Intro: BabyTron]
Huh
Bitch, I'm Mr. Go Up In The Store, huh

[Verse 1: BabyTron]
Bitch, I'm Mr. Go Up In The Store, Jam The Chip Then Dip
Told brodie stop the scam shit, I'm a hypocrite
Sick did the F&N jam, did the pistol whip
Turban off the foreign sneaks, looking like a immigrant
I know you sick you work a six-to-six
RTAs off the Goose coat, got the blick equipped
Exclusive drop on Melrose, you can't get this drip
Punch God, I ain't never ever once flip the zip

[Verse 2: YSR Gramz]
Robbed a n***a yesterday, he got pistol whipped
I got dog shit like I slipped in shit
3.5 in my 'Wood, this bitch thick as shit
I'll beat a n***a ass like a instrument
.223s make a n***a Jeff Hardy flip
Hе let a n***a sell him fake-ass drank and I know hе sick
I went to school with that n***a, man, I know he bitch
I got all blues on me but I'm not no Crip

[Bridge: BabyTron]
Fuck, shit, damn
Huh, huh, yeah
[Verse 3: BabyTron]
I got red bottoms on but I'm not no Blood
Bitch, I left two hunnid at the crib but I got a dub
Fuck, shit, damn, he ran up and he caught some slugs
Fuck, shit, damn, I might fall, bitch, I'm off the drugs
Let me catch my balance
That is not the paparazzi, bitch, the weapon flashing
Looking like the Jabbawockeez, how the necklace dancing
Get him stripped out his kit if I send them bandits

[Verse 4: YSR Gramz]
I'll put green on yo head like a Caesar salad
Went to his hood the other day, he is not valid
High as hell in the booth while I'm off acid
Me and Tron in the booth, we just rap captions
Yo homeboy raps wack as fuck, he be rap capping
If you catch that n***a outside, twist his hat backwards
I can't let my n***a 'round rappers, he a jackrabbit
I don't really trust none of these n***as, they be back stabbing

[Verse 5: BabyTron]
Full court all year, I'ma keep pressing
Fuck a eighthy, Backwood got a three-seven
Shit, fully switch'll turn this bitch up in three seconds
Hopping out McLarens OT, probably cheese spreading
Big turnt, dumbass, boy, I been turnt
Unky need a damn gold medal for that wrist work
Off-White addict, this week this my sixth shirt
I was down twenty to my name, boy, ain't shit worse
[Verse 6: YSR Gramz]
Keep playing, lil' n***a, I'ma put you on a T-shirt
Granny said, "Quit getting high, n***a, gotta eat first"
You paid a n***a for a feature, got a weak verse
You keep sitting on yo ass, I know the seat hurt
Since a young-ass n***a I been lit forever
I don't see him nowhere like he on tether
They know not to play with gang, n***as know better
One call can get him blown like a fucking feather

[Verse 7: BabyTron & YSR Gramz]
Told Danny G punch me in, bitch, we at the Lab
These n***as ain't on shit like the fucking Cavs
New gen Glocky stick, fuck around and up the MAG
My weed stank bad, I gotta take a bath
One call to them hell-raisers, they'll flame his ass
When my shooter do hits, he be taking cabs
You paid for stu' time just to go and make some trash
When yo Distro check come, I'ma take yo cash