[Intro: BabyTron & G.T.]
Long live scams (Let's go, go, go)
ShittyBoyz
(Meech)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
[Verse 1: G.T.]
Tell me why they cap like they get paid for (Why they cap?)
BabyTron 'bout to go on another tour
This time, we brought Certified Trapper, let's score (Ayy, ayy)
I couldn't go broke, 'cause I'll get my money out a whore (For real)
Hop in a coupe, make the pedal hit the floor
Bitch want allowance, she don't ever do no chores (For real)
I'ma be a hood nigga straight onto Forbes
Off an eight, got a nigga late to the awards
Trunk in the front, the motor in the back
To еverybody who doubted me, I'm gеttin' racks
I heard you niggas broke, don't tell me that's facts
A hundred 'bows sold in one day, close the trap
[Verse 2: Certified Trapper]
I could make a forty in a day, no cap
If it ain't a sealed eight of Morty, nigga, I ain't tryna
The lil' bitch super skinny ass, ain't tryna clap
Brodie put him on a shirt, niggas wasn't tryna rap
Get split with some particles
on my dick in them articles
Bitch, I'm out on bail for a switch and my arsenal
If your mans told, you a bitch, that's a part of you
[Verse 3: BabyTron]
Your mans a mouse, you must be keyboard
B30s run a size small, now my feet sore
Catch me in the field, in my zone like a three-four
Could never give a bitch my all, not even three fourths (Nope)
How the **** you say it's beef? You got a clean fork (Ham)
Akhi tryna slaughter pigs, but he don't eat pork (Brrt)
Loaded bank account, but I'll still come and freeze yours
Fully-modded TRX, you ever heard a beast roar?
[Verse 4: G.T.]
Get him from around me, I heard he poor
They thought I was Jer, but I wasn't, that's a detour
And you can come work for us, nigga, 'cause we employ
Them niggas ain't have no real money since the unemployment
By time the PPP came, I had a half a ticket saved
And I ain't lyin' 'bout shit, I put that on my granny grave (For real)
Money so old, it's damn near my daddy age
And I could blow it all today, I know it's already made, ayy
[Verse 5: Certified Trapper]
What's a hundred thousand?
Bricks layin' everywhere like we flippin' houses
Put a cool fifty in your car, we don't shoot at houses
Get on tip with this mother****in' blick, get to puttin' down shit
[Verse 6: BabyTron]
Fifty on the whip on some just to get around shit (Skrrt)
Ridin' Sprinter, trippin', the Militia got a pound lit
Catchin' plays with my lil' bitch, told her, "Count this"
VVs in my black buffs, Trapper bust the brown sticks
[Verse 7: Certified Trapper]
I don't want no rat ho, I need a down bitch
Since a nigga at the top, you on the ground, bitch
Hit that shit one time, I need another round, bitch
It get real smoky in the lab 'cause them pounds in (Meech)
[Verse 8: BabyTron]
When Meech on the beat, you gotta let it breathe
If I went wearin' my kit, I bet you'd hella freeze
Talkin' 'bout some 'za, you dead wrong, boy, you sellin' seeds
I ain't ask your life story, why you tellin' me?