[Intro: Babytron]
ShittyBoyz!

[Verse 1: Babytron]
F-F-Fit wet as hell, I drip water like Poseidon
Punchin' Doordash, I got Ruth Chris arrivin'
Feelin' too blessed, I made P in Verizon
Just touched down, bitch, I'm feelin' like a Heisman (Touchdown)
Baby check the rating stats, been maxed out
Dee a bulldozer, he just cleared Saks out (Grr)
Ric Flair cookie, this'll make you tap out
Slam dunk like Stackhouse, I just blew her back out

[Verse 2: StanWill]
When I was down, I had a piece for a puzzle
The way I punch shit, you would think I like to tussle
Strong with the hands, bro blowing off your muscle
Look me in my eyes, all you see is the hustle
Good approval, so I signed Shittyboyz (Shittyboyz)
Liftin' checks on n***as, whole lifе ive been unemployed
Had it hard oncе, but now the juggs feel the boy
Brodie punchin' up for some belts like with fuck with Floyd

[Verse 3: Babytron]
Baby K will fling his ass to the Ozone
Bro slip for the ice, call him Frozone
Pops set them up they shit, life goes on
You declined in six stores, dude go home
Bought some new jacks to the city, feel like Nino Brown
Ten bands in two days, this the shit I dreamed about
Runnin' up a check, I'm getting sweaty, bitch I need a towel
Ju put your ass in a suit, like you readin' vowels
[Verse 4: StanWill]
Ain't no I in team but there's an I in I'm the goat
Shots on the gram, I'ma take you as a joke (You a ham)
Bitch on my dick, is you gon' put it down your throat
If she throw me in the cold, I'm throwin' Moncler on the coat
When its beef, I can't find n***as like they Waldo
Dick on the mag and it kick like Ronaldo
Same n***as hating be the same ones I ball on
ShittyBoyz the gang on me, n***as I can fall on

[Verse 5: Babytron]
Prolific score, cause I'm really out here winnin'
Granny pray in church, cause I'm really out here sinnin'
Heavyweight bins, my shit really out here hittin'
Shittyboyz lieutenant, bitch, I'm really out here shittin'
That is not thrust if you still rockin rocks
Shooter got range, I'ma call him Rocket Watts
Cuff who? bitch I'm spinnin' like a bottle top
Saucy ass fit, a lot of drip, and a lot of drop

[Verse 6: StanWill]
Ask what I am, I say ten times ten (A hundred)
Tell me, have you ever made ten off a bin? (Hell nah)
Pray god forgive me, made ten off my sins
Picked up the cards, now its win after win
Call me sensei, I could put you in a dojo
I ain't in the ring, but I punch like I'm Koto
Any smoke, bro fold they tops like a polo
Ain't no runnin' from it cause he shootin' from the logo
ShittyBoyz up, yall n***as down and out (Bitch we up)
Hoes ain't loyal, hurt my soul findin' out (Fuck that bitch)
Sick that I'm winnin', n***as wanna fight me now (You a ham)
Punched a lil' piece, that boy think he Tyson now (Fuckin' dummy)