[Intro: BabyTron]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz

[Verse 1: BabyTron]
Crunchwrap supreme with diablo sauce
I ain't talking ’bout no food, that's just how I talk
Call you "Chum Bucket", walk around without the sauce
I should be a motherfucking dentist, that's just how I floss

[Verse 2: StanWill]
Dog shit, I done came with the dookie roll
Super slick, played the lil’ bitch like a movie roll
Man, I'm sick and tired of you goofy hoes
Chopstick next to the pape', that's a sushi roll

[Verse 3: TrDee]
Heard them n***as looking for me, tell them boys I'm ready
Looking at my mans like, "Is yo shoot hand steady?"
If we ain't fucking, we ain't talking, yes, this shit can get petty
Call [?] when he shoot, he a lefty

[Verse 4: Biltmore Peeko]
I'll leave a n***a hating like a Nazi
Bitch, I’m with the gang and I see you with the posse
I’m shooting up your street, I'm looking like a zombie
I shot a oldhead ’cause he was fucking with my mommy
[Verse 5: Big Money Rich]
Fucking with my sister, should've popped him in his shit
N***as got bows of cookie like Cookie Crisp
Bitches treat my dick just like licorice
Split the wrapper then passed it to her friend when she finished

[Verse 6: BabyTron]
Dukes made a monster, Frankenstein
Feel like Xzibit, if he slide, I'ma paint his ride
Used to have love, now it's just hate inside
Tried to close the doors but I still found a way inside

[Verse 7: StanWill]
Money on the floor then I’m coming like I'm Icewear
Heard they was sleep so I'm coming like a nightmare
Fire-ass Minnesota piece, he from White Bear
Jumped in the water, you would think I ain't like air

[Verse 8: TrDee]
At the self-scan, got me looking around my shoulders
I think it's time we wake them n***as up, just like [?]
I ain't gon' lie, I think my pockets seen more paper than a folder
We taking n***as' spots up, y'all know that it's over, n***a

[Verse 9: Biltmore Peeko]
Keep my circle tight like dun dun da duns
Bullet stuck in his head like his favorite song
All my n***as want the bread, we'll take more then
Treat him like a lawn chair, get that n***a folded
[Verse 10: Big Money Rich]
Sitting in the trap house while the smokers smoking
Holding on to the ratchet like I'm [?]
I seen something that I ain't 'posed to, I ain't even notice
I seen n***as seen they opps and they ain't even blow

[Verse 11: BabyTron]
Chilling in the trap, bricks sitting in the chair
Pre-game LeBron, threw some powder in the fucking air
Think I paid the refs 'cause I ball, it ain't fair
Bitch asking for my heart but I swear it ain't there