[Intro]
(Ayo, Mark A)

[Verse 1: BabyTron]
On the ping side of things, I jammed and slid today (Ping)
You cannot name a single opp that slid this way
I'ma let this bitch bang, ain't got time to instigate
I just pulled three of a hitter, that's a triple play
Pull up roadside and fix the problem like I'm AAA
Hammer on me, come down and swing it like I'm Triple-H
Everything heavy, bro, you livin' like a middle ways

[Verse 2: MJPAID]
Fans suckin' dick or ain't no bank, bitch can get away
Me and Tron in stores, he on tour, he finna miss a day
Bitches made in style, you should put this in a picture frame
Shifty in the crib, n***as think I fuck with real estate
Brodie, he can't scam, so he fuckin' with the intеrstate
(Was just sippin' red yestеrday, lame)
Shit, shit is not for losers, lil' n***a, it's a [?] game (Shit)
Drop a three of that red like my name Dwayne (Shit)
When I'm up, I don't change, I remain the same

[Verse 3: $camaurion]
Your bitch playin' follow her name, she get sent away
Smokin' asteroids on some shit, feelin' sent to space
Why you smokin' dutches? That shit leave you with the swisher taste (Lame)
I crack cards, I crack safes, I'll hit up Chase
Jefe off a half bar, he can't feel his face
I just popped a hell thirty, feel like Steph and Klay (Yeah)
Drop a deuce of Quag, all I sip is straight
Know how to make my own wave, n***as imitate
[Verse 4: BabyTron]
I just watched the time change, I'm out here switchin' states (Skrrt)
Tryna meditate, I'm finna twist an eighth
Hardy Boys in store, we hit it with a twist of fate (Fuck)
I would've gave him somethin' off my dinner plate (Swear)
Buddy pulled some finished shit, he damn near picked his fate (Damn)
Out in Phoenix, SunTrust, I'm finna hit a bank
Mr. Get Away, I hit the alley, then I switched the play
Why he talkin' like he got motion?
Why she tryna set the play, I think this lil' bitch rock smokin'

[Verse 5: MJPAID]
Skinny-ass Ksubis with the Glock, this shit not showin'
Ridin' 'round in strikers with the poles, dude, we not boatin'
Probably in Florida off the drank, think I'm not focused?
Check his cup, that shit green, that shit not potion
Check the drip, this CELENE, bitch, I'm rock rollin'
Hella blowed, blowin' Thrax like I'm Seth Rogan

[Verse 6: $camaurion]
I see the boys, I hit the dash 'cause I got checks on me
Ain't taste no Act' and you ain't really taste the real potion
I'm on PA hittin' PA, the cars got sent to me
Told your bitch, "Bye", 'cause she can't get a whip for me
I ain't ridin' with you, you don't got no tint on it
Bitch, it's big 72, got your bitch on me
I be crackin' cards, now I got a grip on me, n***a
72 shit