[Intro: BabyTron]
Helluva Beats, baby
Bitch

[Verse 1: BabyTron]
Intoxicated off the Wocky driving, I might Paul Walker
All ballers, gang in Hutch chains, bitch, we all water
Threw a leash on that bitch, I might just dogwalk her
Boy, you better have a big bag, tryna talk offers
If he got the crazy eyes, I'm shooting like I'm Bobby Portis
Always thought your unc' was big dog 'til he got extorted
Shooter caught him sliding in a shooter and he shot his Taurus
Off-Weezy, Virgil type shit if I drop the Jordan's
SBDSM, you ain't tied in
Expensive habits, first class when I fly in
Talking 'bout you jack-catching, you ain't even five in
Backdoor season, I might fuck around and slide in

[Verse 2: TrDee]
I ain't finna battle rap with n***as, I ain't Cassidy
He don't got a brain, he only think to cause some casualties
I ain't texting back, I think that all my bitches mad at me
You can't hit no one, you better off hitting the lottery
M's on my mind, shit, I kinda feel like Majin Buu
Telling lies just to get between like I won't lie to you
Out in Cali' tripping hoes bad, whip got no roof
Why would I buy a method off you when I got it too?
Love to make some money and to make these n***as hate me
BAPE hoodie on me, I done went and paid a KG
Get another n***a, I'm just knowing that they ain't me
I can't switch teams, baby, I am not no KD
[Verse 3: BabyTron]
Huh, fake hoes, get away
No face, no case, finna zip the BAPE
If he reach for a chain, gon' dig his grave
I could be Type 2, bitch, I still get some cake
I could be farsighted, still'll see a M coming
Bro ain't got no water, but he gon' pull up, drench some'
Buffed up, heavy threads, thigh heavy press some'
I was fucked up, now my crib look like Craig cousin's
The money pick me up

[Verse 4: TrDee]
I don't spit no game, I just tell a bitch to look me up
Unc' James Harden, only 'cause the way he cook it up
I just sit and thump through the money, kinda get me up
Flash in the beam, praying that we catch him out at night
You inhale what's stuffed all in this 'Wood, then you gon' be a kite
If balling really was a crime, the judge would give us life
I just don't get how doing wrong the shit that get you right

[Verse 5: BabyTron]
Six of Wockiana, I ain't sipping on no Miller Lite
Get the Glockiana if they ever think we finna fight
Christian Loub's fourteen hunnid, they came with the spikes
Heard your bitch left you looking sick 'cause you don't hit it right
[Verse 6: TrDee]
Reminiscing 'bout the old times, we used jugg ham
She a headhunter, you a fool, think y'all locked in
Baby, do not blow it like a lead, you just get one chance
You was in here staring at the water, I just hopped in