[Intro: TrDee]
(MIA JAY C)
(I hear you, JAY C)
The same feeling that you get when you win a solo
Ayy

[Verse 1: TrDee]
The same feeling that you get when you win a solo
The same feeling that I get but when I'm in the store though
I can't trust a bitch, I'd rather kiss a hobo
I can't kick it with you, bitch, I am not a dojo
That's what I say when I see approve
Told Stan air this bitch out if we see 'em move
She get a thousand like so she think a n***a finna choose
Game sliders turnt to the max, we cannot lose

[Verse 2: StanWill]
Bitch pass the ball, I'ma ball like I'm Chauncey
Eating steak bites off hibachi while she top me
Knocking sites out with this punch, feel like Rocky
SD to LA, we was tripping in the Masi
Jeans on me tight but the roll busting sloppy
You could climb Everest and still couldn't top me
You could be Tfue and still couldn't knock me
You could throw me in a printer but you still couldn't copy
[Verse 3: TrDee]
Huh, heard she spinning like a ballerina
It ain't really take shit to fuck, bought her a margarita
Got a new fit in a room, shout-out to Christina
I could still hit the East and chill with the real hyenas

[Verse 4: StanWill]
I just beat yo bitch down like a 808
Plasma Beam in the UFO like I came from space
I just crucified a new chain, Amazing Grace
Hit the Runtz and flew to space off an amazing eighth

[Verse 5: TrDee]
Bust my first jugg, damn near caught the Holy Ghost
Ask, "Can I beat the pussy up?", "More than once" she wrote
Smack a n***a if he try to cook me, I can't take a joke
Now he dodging bullets, looking like he tryna hit the folks
I was getting head recording, call me throwing E's up
Crips in my pocket but I ain't never throwing C's up
Who the fuck made these n***as gang? Throwing B's up
Tron on the road with the, finna T up

[Verse 6: StanWill]
And what you gotta know is the rocket close
Shawn Michaels at his venue, I'll stop the show
Playing with the fire made the clerk stop, drop, and roll
Bro dropped the opp, hit the crib then dropped a four
Cop more chopsticks than a [?]
Twenty in a .30 clip, bro just put ten in you
Bro got a blaster close by, that's the Finn in him
Suffocating in Amiri jeans but it's ten in 'em
[Verse 7: TrDee & StanWill]
What's yo mama number? Wanna tell her raised she a bitch
You could talk about candy, I still wouldn't give you a kiss
If it's not the holidays but a n***a got the gift
How y'all [?] you ain't even got a whip
This bitch rated E, huh, she for everybody
Me and Stan shake and bake, number one, Ricky Bobby
If I hit Kroger, I'ma clear the giffies out it
If he had a health bar, I'd knock fifty out it

[Verse 8: TrDee]
Got the confirmation number, got up and did the Cabbage Patch
Smack a n***a, look down like, "Mm-hmm, you see the strap"
Spent about three on this tee, yeah, you see my back
Knowing all my old hoes miss me, yeah, they need me back

[Verse 9: StanWill]
What you gotta know is I'm really goated
And how I'm feeling now is like I'm really chosen
And when it come to getting pape', boy, you really hopeless
Catch me moonwalking out the bank like I'm Billy Ocean

[Outro: StanWill]
Catch me moonwalking out that bitch like I'm Billy Ocean, n***a
Probably moonwalking out a bank near you right now, n***a
Got more juice than a Clear Fruit right now, n***a
Fuck you talking 'bout, hold on
N***a, ayy, huh, ShittyBoyz