[Intro: BabyTron]
(Damn, JakeSand)
ShittyBoyz

[Verse 1: TrDee]
Thousand dollar mic, you can probably hear me think
Only face za, bougie bitch don't wanna drink
Roll full of blues, you might see a couple pink
Tryna ride the wave? I hope you ready if you sink
Okay, snow bunny, blew her back out, the [?] I salute
Told her I'm the one but always shitting like the number two
I'll ho you if the neck ain't coming, I ain't family, boo
You can leave me 'lone or by my lonely when I'm thumbing through

[Verse 2: BabyTron]
Running dog shit up, the only way is towards a million
Runtz turned me to a Skywalker, got some force up in me
Shoot through whatever, feel like Kobe with the torn achilles
Catch me jack catching in yo hood, I got bored with giffies
Sleeve Nash, I'll pass this bitch, I got scorers with me
Punched the wrong size Amiris, never mind, these sorta fit me
Two thousand beans, he ain't gon' count 'em, we gon' short him sixty
I think all my opps forgot that I got the torch in Ypsi

[Verse 3: TrDee]
I'ma see a mil' before I'm fifty
I can run it up, I do it swiftly
Huh, left that n***a red, we named him "Trippie"
Incognito in the store, I'm sliding giffies
[Verse 4: BabyTron]
It ain't no one hitter quitter, BINs smack for combos
At the self-scanner dunking chips, Bismack Biyombo
Bitch said I'm cheating like I swear I been at the condo
Sent her on jack trip and told that bitch, "Stack 'em pronto"

[Verse 5: TrDee & BabyTron]
Dame Time, what you need? I'll always come through in a clutch
N***as broke for Christmas, tell yo mama that you need a crutch
If my bitch look through my phone, she gon' beat me up
Seen he had a little dilly chain, got my piece from Hutch
I caught him out with girly, that's not his bitch
Flat booty bitch, I won't ever switch
Big Balenciaga Track.2s, she can't spell my kicks
Flashy fucker, I'll up some blues for the hell of it
Baby, let me get between, they won't know I hit
Dawg swear he getting money, I ain't notice it
New method hit for 2K, this bitch so legit
That lil' bitch got a hunnid bodies, you was 'posed to hit
I really had her in a room hitting notes and shit
You ain't never shot a gun but posting sticks
A hunnid dollar eighth, you don't smoke this shit
A thousand dollar pistol, you don't tote this blick

[Outro: BabyTron]
Bitch, ayy
A hundred dollar eighth, you don't smoke this shit
A thousand dollar pistol, you don't tote this blick
Ayy, ShittyBoyz