[Intro: StanWill]
(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)
All the sinning I done did, how I end up blessed?
(Damn, JakeSand)

[Verse 1: StanWill]
All the sinning I done did, how I end up blessed?
Think your mans need a hand, he look in distress
Steppin' on the opps in them Triple S
This ain't a normal-ass tee, boy, it's with an X
Bitch, I'm with Babyfxce
Left a grown-ass woman with a baby face
He was typin' uppercase, hit him with baby K
On the low, we got the lo', don't think your baby safe
On the low, I hit his ho, now he hate my guts
Bustdown buffs, chain straight from Hutch
Syrup in my cup, not the maple stuff
AMGs, SRTs, you can't race with us

[Verse 2: Babyfxce E]
Yeah, I knew the n***a ain't some drank for real, he tried to shake it up
Brеak inside his crib, beat his ass, and then takе him up
Lately, I ain't fucked, so bitch, tell me why you late as fuck
Hit her in her shit because I knew she was gon' make shit up
We not tied in, stop callin' me blood before I lace you up
We just rolled a dead n***a inside a 'Wood to replace the Runtz
Almost shot the 'Wood up out my n***a hand, he tried to face the blunt
Then knocked the clerk down with all scams, she couldn't take a punch
Shit, man, I think my card Gervonta Davis
Slidin' in the striker with StanWill without no driver's training
Big-ass K in the back seat, this bitch'll rock a baby
Stayin' out of town, givin' deals, sellin' rocks for eighty
[Verse 3: StanWill]
On the road with boy and girl like we field trippin'
Glock attached, but I might fuck around and Will Smith it
Flyin' 'round with broomsticks, but I ain't heel clickin'
Funny, they ain't used to show me love, I had to deal with it
When it's cold, play the Goose, Palm Angels when it's hot out
Put it on the floor, sayin' it's up get you shot down
Dog Shit Militia, don't ask me 'bout him if he not around
Pulled up on us thinkin' he gon' score, but he got locked down
Playin' with the gang, we left him lost until he got found
I can't hear what you rollin' up, boy, that is not loud
Any time I pass the play to bro, it's gettin' knocked down
In my DMs cryin' 'bout a bitch 'cause she got knocked down

[Verse 4: Babyfxce E]
Ffft, switchy on it, that's the Glock sound
Bitch a bastard, fucked the shit up out her, I'm her pops now
Post up on the corner with a brick and tear the block down
I took one sip of the Wock', now I can't put the pop down
It's a bad habit, I'll commit to that, but I'm not addicted
The last cup I had put me down, so I am not gon' sip it
Act like I'm goin' down to stick it in, I am not gon' lick it
Mustang, more horses in the engine than the fuckin' Pistons
I treat the Drac' like my bitch, know we both comin'
Fingerfuck the chopper, let it off and now we both cummin'
Have a threesome with two skinny bitches and they both runnin'
Man, I got so many guns, brodie like, "Hey, let me tote somethin'"
[Verse 5: StanWill]
Backstage with the gang, where the fuck the showrunner?
I was in them depths, you was prayin' you ain't go under
I ain't never been a fist thrower, I'm with pole busters
I got used to it, pressure's somethin' I can't fold under