[Intro: StanWill]
(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)
(Danny G on the beat)
Let us get the drop, we gon' rob the spot
Let us get the drop, we gon' rob the spot
(Damn, JakeSand)

[Verse 1: StanWill]
Let us get the drop, we gon' rob the spot
Fire on my waist, but my neck cold as Häagen-Dazs
Ain't no squashin' beef, we gon' squash the opps
Mirror tint the buffs, ain't no way we seein' eye-to-eye
She gon' blow me like a 'Wood 'cause I'm lit
Reach for anything, I wish a n***a would in this bitch
She an eater, I put wood to her lips
If we get the lo' at four, I'm in his hood when it's six

[Verse 2: TrDee & BabyTron]
Drop fifty on his block just like Shaq, bitch
Why the fuck they still sleepin' on me like a mattress?
Ballin' on who left me out to dry like a cactus
You don't know us, huh? Must live under a rock, Patrick
Can you stop hattin'? Spot jump like Josh Jackson
I just got a case of yeah, shit, I'm livin' Wocktastic
You can't even set the play on me, I'm John Madden
I'ma wear this bitch with every 'fit, the Glock fashion
Switchin' up drip, but nah, I ain't never switchin' teams
[Verse 3: BabyTron]
I just poured a six of lean, I'm standin' sleepin', Mr. Bean
Stretch the work out, limousine, go and get the Mr Clean
Play with us, your block the biggest mystery in history
You might turn into a zombie if you touch that triple-beam
Hoes synchronizin', divin' in 'em like the swimming team
Triumph, trophies, all I want is victory
Titi in the pharm', I know she better get a script at least
Stuck froze, boy, the zotty turned me to a figurine
Shoot it like I'm in the league, more legs than a millipede
Think we got 'em pissed off, I'm glad I'm on the Shitty team
Why you call yourself a scammer? Never had a gifty ping

[Verse 4: StanWill]
If the fans keep callin' me the G.O.A.T., might get a farm
Ironic we ain't throwin' hands but all my n***as armed
Doin' magic with the Visas, told the clerk to pick a card
Pull up over here, you dyin', you gon' have to get a charge
I'm walkin' into Hutch, finna get a charm
Boy, this shit like Mario, banana clips'll spin his car

[Verse 5: TrDee]
Choke the bitch like she Bart
Only 'cause it make her pussy wet just like Noah's Ark
Neck wet as hell, shout-out Hutch, got the piece flooded
Pop you like a buckle reachin' for it, tryna see somethin'
Don't let nobody tell you that you can't be nothin'
It ain't long until I'm at the top, TrDee comin'
In here poppin' bottles, lightin' 'Woods like we won the 'ship
This the third time I seen him in it, he must love that 'fit