[Intro]
Yeah
RIP Chris
(Ayy, J.K.)
This for you lil’ bro

[Verse 1]
You ain’t walked in my shoes, so you can’t relate
I’m doing great, so I guess they feel the need to hate
Talking loose, I hope he know that he picked his fate
Tough now, but if I catch him out, then I bet he skate
BabyTron finna pop, I ain’t got time to wait
What’s good Lil’ Chris, I’ll catch you at the gates
Hoes used to play, spin me like a figure eight
Funny how the same goes asking can they get a date
Used to be starving, you could hear my stomach growl
Now Beni’s knows my face when I come around
In the Robins feeling fly, I ain’t coming down
That’s bro clutching on the tool, ain’t no thunder sound
Ask god why, why he take my peoples
Take one of mines, we take two, then we equal
Devil taking over, tryna walk through the evil
F&N sent his ass flying like a fucking eagle
I was down on my ass walking through the rain
But now my kicks cost a band and some fucking change
ShittyBoyz to the grave, that’s the shit I claim
Tryna take me out the game, boy you better fix your aim
I suggest you play it cool, you got a life to live
Bro will knock your shit back, he ain’t got no fucks to give
Been tryna blow off this rap since I was a kid
Team got the foreign kicks, looking like we Real Madrid (Balenciagas)
[Bridge]
Woo
Huh, yeah
This for all you lil’ slimy ass dirt balls out there talking down on the ShittyBoyz
Imma smack the shit out you when I see you
You know who you is
Bitch
Woo, woo
ShittyBoyz

[Verse 2]
You can get the sauce one time, you can’t double dip
Just got back with it, boutta take another trip
Woah lil’ mama, it ain’t shit to up another bitch
Touched my first band, it felt great cause I hustled it
If I looked right in the buffs, I would’ve been cashed them
If you had bands, how you say you would’ve been flashed them?
Straps look like ray guns, so imma send bro to blast them
Pass me that rubber, bitch you know that I wear a magnum
Rell shining like a light with the chain on
She chose as soon as that BabyTron came on
I know you heard that “Human Torch”, got my flame on
Asking for a BIN, I’d be damned to put that lame on
Woo, I’m known to cash out in Saks
Said that we ass, go and ash out that Black
Dee a fucking fool, he just flashed out the racks
Bitch it’s BabyTron, I’m tryna smash from the back
7th grade, flashing rolls on the bus loops
Terrell Davis with this .30, it’ll truck you
Bring your friend, lil’ bitch, she tryna fuck too
BabyTron got the giffies, what the fucks new?
I’m just tryna thrust bitch, just bend it over
Bro, when I hit don’t worry, imma send her over
Talking loose, so I guess I gotta send some soldiers
Bro said he got me with a BIN, just send it over
I used to have enough for some chips and a pop
Now I got the 201s, and the chips, they gon’ pop
Shoot a couple Glocks, and the opps, they gon’ fucking drop
If I up the head knocker, bet that they fucking stop
Had her ass choosing, hit her with that ouuwee
BabyTron ain’t ‘bout it, n***a who, me?
Shooting shots, I won’t miss like I’m two three
Lames staying lie, so imma let the truth free
I done hit the road from Delaware to Idaho
I heard you was talking loose, what you silent for?
I ain’t gon’ shoot, the torch is on the side of bro
C’mon lil’ bitch, we both know that in the goat
We some bosses lil’ baby, ain’t no hoes here
Took some losses, but you won’t see me show fear
Put one and two together, like you Rozier
RIP (?), you almost made me shed a tear
No decline, I love the feeling when I hear a bing
Calling out, hell nah, imma let it ring
I don’t sponsee Visa, but I’m the giffy king
When I was down on my ass, y’all ain’t say a thing
Boy you talking ‘bout an M, is you tryna race?
Calamari on my plate, that’s expensive taste
Delete his body with this tool, ain’t no copy paste
All I know is grind, bitch, I ain’t got no time to waste
Talking cash, do you even got five bucks?
Robins on my ass, I jump, imma glide up
Had no hoes, now it’s heart eyes when they slide up
Big Bs on my feet, I had to hang the Mikes up
Balling now, the opps tryna call a timeout
Tooted up, lil’ bitch, I’ll blow your spine out
Used to eat junk, now it’s Beni’s when I dine out
Oh, Ju known to pop shit, come over here and find out