[Verse 1: BabyTron]
Gotta fireproof the booth before I spit a verse (Whew)
With the hitman, you think he tote a shovel, how he digging dirt
Four figure soda, I just hit it with a six of purp (You're not making this easy, Kyle, brrt)
Big 42, I'm one up, you thinking it's a Dirk
Seven grams in the Slapwood got my vision blurred (Shit)
Find a lane with the scams or bust a brick and serve
.308 hit him in his spine, be done pinched a nerve (Boom)
Heart colder that a tundra
Caught a play in Allen Park, I'm on road Tundon
Brodie caught two opps dangling, started go funding
Low IQ with the bag, you don't know nothing
Punching from the shadows, IP in the Philippines
I ain't spilling green, for the red, I'm still a fiеnd
If it's beef, [?] Swiss, turn that shit to Philly cheese
Wrong day on the AP, shit, silly me

[Verse 2: JuSleaze]
Fatass nod in my pockеt, damn near ripped my jeans
I just hit a n***a green, he feel it in his [?]
Bitch don't know who she wanna fuck, she tryna do the team
Bitch put your clothes back on, you finna use your knees
I'm finna use the clone check when i hit the bank
Shark hoodie on, catch him ridin' fish bowl then he gettin' ate
I heard your man finna turn into the Grinch 'cause his pendant fake
They heard my buyer passin' out giffies like it's christmas day
Almost ran out the booth Fordi talkin' 'bout he [?]
One thousand fifty six blues guarantee they make the counter break
Perc 30's i cannot concentrate, Cheapass n***a you a petty spender you ain't buyin' weight
Bust the windows on the Scat, Hop in and switch the plates
Feds flick me in this bitch i guarantee to do the race
You said you run shit in the city? Well i'm chasin' n***as down
Catchin' bowls out of state then ship 'em back in town
[Verse 3: BabyTron & JuSleaze]
Actin' like 12 where the fuck his wire? I'm finna pat him down
Where the fuck turkey at? I'm trynna match a pound
Where the fuck the freaky bitches at? I'm tryna stuff her mouth
I can show you how to make a twenty ball, just bring me one account