[Part I]

[Intro]
(I gotta adlib the very end of it)
Hey, hey, ShittyBoyz (Meal), Dog Shit Militia, long live $cams
RIP Chris (Hey, OLLY), you know?
Hmm, you hear this shit?

[Verse]
Doin' magic in the booth, call me Tronny Potter
They don't like lil' bro, it's 'cause he probably shot 'em
I don't fuck with the Pai, but I might Wocky pop it
The last thing he saw in life was a balaclava
All these boogers in the bus like a snot rocket
Thousand-dollar meal, I came from a Hot Pocket
We'll turn that SUV to a crotch rocket
I don't ball hog with my team, call me Tron Stockton
Y'all boys on the lower level, we be top notchin'
Y'all boys on the middle shelf, we only shop toxic
Who Decides War, you can't get these from Hot Topic
Had to get the Goyard, this bankroll gon' pop wallets
Off the drank, fighting sleep with the lazy eye
ROTY, MJ back in '85
If he reach for a chain, he a crazy guy
If I'm off an RP, that's my crazy side (5 $TARS)
[Part II]

[Verse]
I don't know about yours, but I'ma make me mines (Swear)
Dude smokin' Reggie Jackson, he just fakin' high (Whew)
You can try to act real but, boy, you fake inside (Man)
The barber sprayed that on your head, that's a fake hairline (Hahaha)
You ain't really gettin' fly, boy, that's fake air time (Nyoom)
I ain't Lil Tjay, they let me smoke inside (Haha)
Yeah, I said what I said, if you want smoke, it's fine (I swear)
Stand over him and overdo it, we gon' smoke him twice (Brraow)
Why you bein' petty with the drank? Bitch, pour the pint (Ah)
Why you don't wanna take a risk? Bitch, roll the dice (Ayy)
Actin' like he in the Hellcat, live the Toyota life (Skrrt, skrrt)
Actin' like he pourin' red up, he live the Yoda life (Ah)
Shrooms in here got me over-fried, I tried to smoke the pint (Nyoom)
Thought he was the one, but his stats, they below the hype (Ayy)
Lil' Tron was on some bullshit on that stolen bike
Why you tryin' to rap your song to me? This ain't open mic (Ayy)
How I'm cuttin' into shit, you'd think I had a golden knife (Golden Knife)
Yeah, he used to ball, Julian Newman
All these Cubans gettin' tangled, all this damn jewelry is stupid
My teachers would've told you I was the stupidest student (Stupidest student)
I don't know what you heard, but it ain't no shootin' a shooter
You fucked up the whole franchise, Mark Cuban (Mark Cuban)
F-flyin' in that hammerhead, shit, it's just some sharks groovin'
They should've took your part off, now the song ruined
Full-speed sprint to the bag, I can't jog to it (Nyoom)
Like the old Spurs, we gon' win off ball movement (Ball movement)
Short bus shawty, boy, you know I talk stupid
Hit our pops with peace signs, we in here off deuces (Brroaw)
ShittyBoyz
(Nyeh, nyeh, nyeh, nyeh, nyeh, nyeh)
(Aye, aye)