[Intro: TrDee]
Huh, you ain't talking money then, okay

[Verse 1: TrDee]
You ain't talking money then you talking to a brick wall
You ain't never chased the package down like the Hedgehog
Playing both sides was never cool, don't get picked off
Told my bitch that she won't get a ring, she like Chris Paul

[Verse 2: StanWill]
If it's smoke with us, we'll throw yo baby on a respirator
Fendi t-shirt with yo bitch, let the F's amaze her
Thirty clip with a red beam, bitch, I'm Stephenvader
Got this bitch attached to my balls, I can't separate her

[Verse 3: BabyTron]
Pull up tryna tombstone shit, I'm the Undertaker
Dog Shit Militia, lil' bitch, we some plunger breakers
Riding 'round hotter than a skillet, I'm with trouble makers
Blue, pink, green, shit, I got every color paper

[Verse 4: TrDee, StanWill & BabyTron]
Slim thick, she ain't got no titties but she got a wagon
Slide down and slide through the scene like, "Damn, what happened?"
Tore Neiman Marc' the fuck down like, "Damn, we splashing"
Feel like Dominic Toretto, bitch, the whole family active
Sipping Wockiana, pinkies up, with our fancy-asses
Twenty-eight Mike Amiris, never could I baggy pants it
[Verse 5: TrDee]
She gon' let me beat her walls, I pray that I don't leave no damage
I forgot to mention that she kinda look like Billie Ell-ish
I mean Eilish
Pull up to the scene, I'm still flyer than a pilot
Talked about my life so now I never gotta write it
Cooking in the Lab, feel like Bill Nye with science

[Interlude]
Bill Nye the Science Guy
Bill Nye the Science Guy
Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill, Bill
Bill Nye the Science Guy

[Verse 6: StanWill]
Feel like Bill, got her in the Lab but we don't got no chemistry
She on tip, she off the [?] bitch, yo baby finna finish me
Ride with automatic weapons, I be ready for my enemies
I rock Dior so I'm Christian, pray that God don't see the sin in me
Got yo baby running for the gang like she Sha'Carri Rich
Choppa kickflip a n***a whip, we on some gnarly shit

[Verse 7: BabyTron]
Mirror tint, all whites for the Carti sticks
Hunnid rounder, on some army shit'll leave the party [?]
Okay, enter in the cheat code if they try and play a game
Pissed that I can't skrrt the 'vert, man, I hate the rain
In LA with more sticks than a Angels game
Road runner, in and out yo city, I won't stay a day
[Outro: BabyTron]
Huh, ayy, ShittyBoyz