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[Verse 1: StanWill] Wu Zi Mu, unky buffed up walking 'round with stick Apple orchard, hit the crib with a thousand bricks He ain't SBDSM? I promise he ain't 'round the clique Big roll, broke a thumb tryna count this shit [Verse 2: BabyTron] See a red light and run through it like it's San Andreas So much shit in the Ksubi jeans, I think my pants an anus (Shit, fuck, damn) Hundred rounder, I ain't have to aim it We gon' pull up, put you in a suit since your ass debating [Verse 3: TrDee] Hot as hell in my wife beater, feel like CJ No cap, we turned the tables like a DJ PUA balling, know you sick you blew that free pape' Uncle's whip and then he had to take a lean break [Verse 4: StanWill] Tenpenny, Christian Loub's on me red and bluе First night, quick to tell a bitch, "Put that head to use" Doublе G's, LVs, I got X's too Lil' brodie elegant, he finna swing the Lexus through [Verse 5: BabyTron] Finna complete the mission (Skrrt-skrrt) Buffs on like Big Smoke, all I see is chicken (Whew) Riding 'round in that lowrider, I can't leave a witness (Brr) Touchdown in Cali' by the Bay, all I see is bridges (Whew, whew) We ain't even finished [Verse 6: TrDee] Green on me like I'm repping Grove Street Do you know you talking to a vet? You can't coach me Stan came through in the clutch like Ginóbili Insulated Crocs got me in the bank cozy (Yeah) Bitch, I'm sticked up like Cranky Kong Or I can tell Stan and get his Tom Brady on (Fah-fah-fah-fah) Made his whip stop SBDSM, you know I cannot clique hop [Verse 7: BabyTron] Five hundred blues, that's a fifty ball Lil' brodie out here going ape, call him "Diddy Kong" Only reason that he got away, I cut the switchy off Seen doggy out and had him spooked with the shitty draws (Whew) [Verse 8: StanWill and BabyTron] Zoom through, AMG with the paper tags I done broke my neck looking down where the haters at Looking like the Migos with this major bag Hit the Turtle Pie, bitch thought it was a eighth of crack (Shit, fuck, damn, it's Luigi time) Unky pouring Wocky up, you sipping on Luigi lines Bitch gon' make it disappear, she on Houdini time Introduce his face to Kanye in these Yeezy slides Boy, stop asking 'bout your bitch, she on my wee-wee, slime [Verse 9: BabyTron] Waluigi cup, red bottoms, they on Mario (Whew) Dropped the za off, now everybody at the party blowed (Whew) Alaskan King, chilling in it with the Carti's on (Bling) She'll never get a ring, you know I Charles Barkley hoes (Brr) [Verse 10: TrDee] Big ass chopper, turn a nigga into King Boo (Bow, a ghost?) Pull up to your barbecue, tryna grill you (Grrah) Somewhere in the hills with a baddie in the rearview (Okay) Finna treat her like my money, "Let me spread you" (Oh yeah) [Verse 11: BabyTron] (Sheesh, hey) Pint forty-five hundred but the pop one dollar (Man, fuck that) Pop one dollar but the pint forty-five hundred Walk around, ten credit cards, I don't like thumbing (Bee-boo) [Verse 12: TrDee] Feel like Clank 'cause the bitch that I'm with is ratchet No cap, my money really longer than a bracket Before twenty-one, gang been a savage You ain't really in the field, you ain't really active [Verse 13: StanWill and TrDee] Big ass chop'll knock the melon off his neck Palm Angels did the sneakers so it's seven when I step Think I'm lacking in my Nike? It's a weapon in my tech Acting tough online'll get you sent to Heaven off the web (Okay) [Verse 14: TrDee] Beat a rap nigga ass like it's Def Jam I can see through these niggas like a CT scan Got sticks like a camper, ain't no wrestling I'm always with some money, it's my best friend Bitch pulled up badder than a lil' kid Scored a touchdown, celebrating all on your field (Touchdown) If you try to change the price then it's no deal You can shoot your shot, you gon' miss it like you O'Neal [Verse 15: StanWill] I'll turn a ten to a twenty, thirty in the Glock Why he got a double cup? Ain't nothing dirty in that pop Bitch like when I'm blowing pape', she getting flirty when I shop Fell asleep with a model, woke up early to some Wock' (I'ma keep this shit a buck fifty) They can't fuck with me I don't want no rose gold, I be telling Hutch pissy (Who the fuck is that?) I don't know, let me clutch blicky To the top, if you ain't DSM, you can't come with me [Verse 16: BabyTron] Pockets on Fat Joe Fuck wrestling, I'll pull up tryna tag toes Tryna add up the fit, bet your math wrong You is not a starter, boy, your stats low Trackhawking, pushing on the pedal with some Track's on Whether it's blicks or the drip, gang can match chrome Bust down bracelet off the watch, got my hands froze SBDSM ain't never made a bad song [Outro: BabyTron] Huh, ayy, ShittyBoyz You know what the fuck going on