[Intro: G.T.]
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BabyTron
Stan, what it do?
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[Verse 1: G.T.]
I'm in the lab right now like Dexter
You punching but you ain't hitting shit, you a wrestler
My plug baldheaded, got bricks, call him "Hector"
[?] dark like a Pepsi

[Verse 2: StanWill]
Funny how we in the SRT, I'm with G.T
Three deep but we popping out like we 3D
I'll get a vegan in the room, make her eat meat
Leg on the chop, bitch, I run around with three feet

[Verse 3: BabyTron]
Telegram chat [?] gotta talk in code
This lil' bitch phone off, how the fuck she call me broke?
MW3, no quickscope but it's off the dome
I was sixth man, touch the court, turn my baller on

[Verse 4: G.T.]
Mask on my face like I'm walking in the store
But I'm sitting in thе room with a table full of blow
You can't run 'cause the strap got thе beam and the scope
You mad 'cause the EDD gone and you broke
[Verse 5: StanWill]
Huh, bitch on cam eating dick, that's a mukbang
Chop got a hunnid, I can really let my nuts hang
Playing Simon Says with yo bitch, told her, "Fuck gang"
We'll throw him up to [?] tryna pump fake

[Verse 6: BabyTron]
Bitch pulling on my 'Miris, I ain't playing tug of war
Can't fuck you, whore, bend over, tryna stuff you more
They was up one? Hit two, we just double scored
Crackheads on, see an opp and I'ma stomp with force
Tucked twenty where my socks go and fucked up the drawer
You dreaming 'bout a M, it's a B that I'm running towards
I can do a trick with a Visa like I'm Dumbledore
I don't really think you got cheese, gotta up some more

[Verse 7: StanWill]
Huh, yeah, bitch, I scam and I swipe, I do all fraud
Let him try to play, up the Glock, I'll pause dawg
You'll think we hoop for Minnesota, how my dawgs ball
Chase, PNC, and yo bitch in my call log
Fancy-ass taste, spent two hunnid on linguine
Walk around this bitch with more green than Luigi
You don't do fraud, boy, you work like you RiRi
My ex on my head and some Off-White beanies
[Verse 8: G.T.]
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Supreme everything and the kicks ain't out yet
My jeans by Amiri, you shop at a outlet
[?] your ho off the cheese like a mouse trap
We got beef, you can't even go where yo house at
Blow yo damn crib off the map, I will not lose
23 on my lap like a pair of Shaq shoes
Hit the road with some oranges and Blue's Clues
I sell dope but my n***as teach scam school

[Outro: G.T.]
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