[Intro: BabyTron]
(You're not making this easy, Kyle) Alright

[Verse 1: BabyTron & AK Bandamont]
Pink diamonds in my grill, I gave so much pape' to Johnny Dang
I left the crib with yopstick, this a Tommy thing
Stilpane and Quagen, I done made it out my Wocky phase
N***as be gettin' robbed every other week, I don't know how he bang
He done switched his flag's colors, I don't know how he bang
N***a could've beat that body, I don't know why he sang
We was main mans back then, I don't know why he changed
Sold a hundred pounds, I feel like Wiz Khalifa, I'm finna fly a plane
Grabbed a retro pint, I could've bought a diamond chain
Bitch got tired of doin' the dog, she wanna try the 'caine
Heroic dose of shroomies, shit, I'm finna fry my brain
This bag life and I did this shit myself, y'all tryna ride the wave
High as hell, I catch an opp, I bet he die in space
My white boy a leanhead, I made him buy a crate
My shooter knocked off three dreads, he tryna find a lake
My unky killed a dirty cop, he tryna fight a case
I just killed a dirty pop and I'm still wide awake
Just left the crib with dirty Glock, it'll blow your mind away
If you got a Curry shot, come on and sign to gang
I don't trust dog, he don't even be in them hoods that he proudly claim
Cuddy cuttin' ice while totin' stick, it's like a hockey game
I might not fuck her, this bitch only into sloppy game
They was prepared for the wave 'til the tsunami came
I was tryna smoke the 'Lato 'til the 'Scotti came
[Verse 2: BabyTron & AK Bandamont]
I just want a whole lot of throat, keep the punani, babe
Heard we got a whole lot of smoke, pass me that shotty thing
Nowadays, when bitches see me out, they be like, "I got shotty, bae"
And I ain't never by myself, just know I got that Glocky thing
DSM, I teach a pit to kill before it's potty trained
Knew that I'd ball since I was born, I think I'm Bronny James
I upped the strap, the n***a tried to beg Jesus, then I offed his brains
N***as always be gettin' mad at the bitches 'cause they call 'em lame

[Verse 3: BabyTron]
They get a lucky leg shot out a hundred, then they call it aim
Me, bro, and bro with your bitch, what you call a train?
Paul Pierce, fuck the backboard, bitch, I'm callin' game
I'ma do the stepping if I catch him, I ain't callin' gang

[Verse 4: AK Bandamont]
You know I got it all maintained, and that's on Havic
Lil' bro just at the crib with the chop and he got four ratchets
And we could serve a hundred blocks, you know the phone slappin'
She asked me where I'm at, bitch, I'm [?], I'm just at home trappin'

[Verse 5: BabyTron]
Why you go and buy that vest? You know it's dome action
Finna post a picture with the Richard Mille, no caption
Talkin' 'bout you finna run the interstate, I roadran it
Bitch talkin' 'bout we fightin' later, we can go at it
[Verse 6: AK Bandamont]
I tax the fiends, I made thirty-five hundred from servin' four addicts
Huh, lil' bitty tryna cuss me out, I made the wrong status
This n***a rappin' like he sell crack, he went and sold plasma
And the whole city know he rattin', he is so fragile