[Intro: BabyTron & ScrumbleMan]
(Ooh, Stan, turn me up)
ShittyBoyz
[?]
Ayy,ayy
Ayy
ScrumbleMan

[Verse 1: ScrumbleMan]
Designer tee with the Crocs, fuck getting dressed
Reaching for my pocket, bro got his ass stretched
Time to stuff this bitch, this yo first test
Fuck a right hook, doggy hit with the good left
White boy shooting a black, that's a racist kid
Put the metal to yo mouth, how yo braces feel?
I need five hunnid for a gram, fuck a deal
Send a opp up top to God, this a gracious meal
Zazas and the Wock', I'm in a different state
If you tryna act tough, come determine yo fate
Bro checked yo bitch, that's a different mate
Foreign bitch with a fat ass, that's a different cake
Tron took mе to J. Ale's, got a steak
Thumbs up to the GOAT, I don't peep thе hate
Real n***a, not a ounce fake
I'ma run this shit the fuck up till my legs break
[Verse 2: BabyTron]
I'ma run it up, run it up like, yeah, yeah
Bitch, we coming up, coming up like, yeah, yeah
I'ma knock them bitches clean off, fuck a dreadhead
Jacks, cards, shout-out to my mailman
Lil' bitch wanna fuck me 'cause I'm a thousandaire
Take a deep breath, lil' bitch, this some mountain air
Two thousand dollar kitchen table, money counter there
We'll stomp his ass a hunnid deep, we don't want it fair
Clutching on the chop, looking at you, what you wanna do?
Miguel Cabrera type shit, Gucci tiger shoe
Seeing what I seen through these buffs, that's a swiper view
I got a slug smushed in this bitch, now it's inside of you
Let me stop mean-mugging, her friend called me "Meanie Pants"
Motherfucking shrimp, you got them teeny-weeny bands
White bitch FaceTime her friend, make sure you bring them Xans
Yes, bitch, it's Mister Do The Visa Scams
Huh, I need a chicken pita
I'll bake his dirty-ass like I came with Anita
Hunnid stuffed in these fucking 'Miris, I bet the stripper seen 'em
Don't you say a word when you suck, lil' bitch, I mean it
Huh, this lil' bitch a demon
Lil' bro tripping out the window, he got the 50 swinging
It ain't a flash on the Drac' but the blicky beaming
Twenty bands on me, bitch, just look, I was just hitting Neiman's
Huh, then I hit Saks
.556, chopstick, better get back
Lightskin face card fire, bet I hit that
You woke up, smoke six Blacks, I grabbed six jacks
Do that lil' pose, ooh-wee, I got a six pack
If you don't stop playing, put yo mouth where that tip at
BAPE hoodie on, body bag if I zip that
I can teach you something, come enroll in a drip class
[Outro: BabyTron]
Ayy (Ooh, Stan, turn me up)