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[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, nigga) [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, nigga, 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