[Intro: BabyTron & Big Money Rich]
Shit, that's a Danny G beat
Yeah, I see you, Stan
What up, Lando?
What up, Rich?
Ayy
Oh my
Yeah, ShittyBoyz
Ayy (It's Lando, yo bitch know, don't let yo bitch go, n***a)

[Verse 1: Big Money Rich]
Two Perc' 10s make her bend over
Bands make these hoes wanna bring they best friend over
Found another glitch then I ran off with it
Caught another blitz but kept my hand off it
I'ma call you right back, I got a ounce to bake
Ayy, n***a, turn that shit down, I can't concentrate
I inherited a block that move ounces daily
I had a five year run before the cops ever ate me
Yeah, spectacular
Bitches wanna bite down on mе like they Dracula
After I hit hеr one time, I give her back to ya
Please keep that bitch on a leash, I'm damn near begging ya
My mans down the way, he damn near made the news
No [?] he down there making food
[Verse 2: BabyTron]
Yeah
Big 'rillas BAPE'd up, bitch, I can't hang with you
Ninety-nine percent of hoes trife, can't put a name on you
They telling fairy tales about Tron, that's what the fame'll do
I'ma cut you off at the head, I see the snake in you
My hitman'll knock the dreads off you, that's what pape'll do
Talking 'bout the fucking Taliban, pull up with K's and shoot
She gave me head 'cause my name buzzing, I ain't make a move
Got a couple pretty bitches that'll set the play on you
Yeah
Fucking on yo bitch from the back, 'Miris pulled down
Made her suck the dick and the chain 'cause I got pull now
I can have my shooter if he pull 'round
2021, beep-beep when I pull out
Wish she would now, big Drakie with the 'Wood on it
Unc' got that on the stove, finna cook on it
Goddamn, why the fuck he put his foot on it?
Bin Reaper, fire BINs, see a reader, whoop on it

[Verse 3: Big Money Rich]
I caught a million dollar jugg, I put the hood on it
Could've hit you with that head juice, it taste good on it
Ayy, you gon' shit good off it
These hoes'll never get a ring like Charles Barkley
All these bands so good, he could swipe a harlet
In the InterContinental, valet parking 'Raris
I want some vegan type shit, she want calamari
Bitch, you ain't from Detroit, yo pussy Kalahari
[Verse 4: BabyTron]
Foreign kicks on, pull up sparking shit like Gallinari
Lil' bro don't go to school, he kicked out for snatching Cartis
I'm a motherfucking stack packer, you gon' have to guard me
A hundred weapons scat around the spot, we can match the army
Off-White, touch a fabric on you, choppa back you off me
Hutch got my piece on dance mode, feel like a Jabbawockee
Better shoot that text to my phone, you ain't have to call me
Bitch had me out my element, now I'm back to balling

[Outro: BabyTron]
Yeah, bitch, yeah, now I'm back to balling
Better shoot that to my phone, you ain't have to call me
Yeah, like I'm Gallinari, bitch
ShittyBoyz, ShittyBoyz, ShittyBoyz
Yeah, bitch
You know who the fuck it is, BabyTron
Shit, that's a Danny G beat