Intro: StanWill
Bitch
Bitch (Ooh, shit, what the fuck, Daniel?)
Bitch
Duh
Verse 1: StanWill
Sweep the whole crib like we housekeeping
Know her tippie toes hurt, your bitch out creepin’
Face card heavensent, but the mouth demon
I ain’t in the booth or in your bitch, I’m tearin’ down Neimans
Your ho askin’ me what she gon’ need, I’m whippin’ out penis
Twenty bitches in this ‘bnb, let’s have a house meeting
Gotta give a special thanks to 201s and MSRs, I swear I couldn’t do this shit without VISA
Verse 2: BabyTron
Thank you
You went and bought them hoes Don, they ain’t worth some tap water
Wouldn’t give that bitch a hug, you would drink her bath water
If I kill another verse, might get charged with manslaughter
Stars in the ceiling, this a Spector, not a Wraith
I can open up the doors just by steppin’ on the brakes
Shotta only problem, should he play the vector or the Drac’?
Turned the pint upside-down, naw, we ain’t measurin’ no drank
Verse 3: StanWill
Unky think he TMZ, he get the extra when he scrape
Glock’ll burn a nigga top, it ain’t no pepper in his face
If they catch me up, I’m damn near Helen Keller for the day
They tryna get in with Militia, but our sector out the way
Hit the ‘Wood, brodie look like Ching Chong
Quick to hit a ho and ditch her, bitches on my ding dong
How your bitch hittin’ notes, you would think she sing songs
Banana clip on the Drac’ beat his chest like King Kong
Verse 4: BabyTron
Anthony Edwards how I slam jam in a ho
Put that flame on his head, he Bam Bam Bigelow
Cuddy ’bout a stove and the hazmats whippin’ dope
I don’t care if you get on the Amtrak, hit the road
Pull up in an S-Class, swing by V12
Shit, my youngin got a shot, he YBL
I don’t wanna be lil’ bro ‘nem, you don’t need my Gmail
Paid the Webster months to go for these, my jeans pre-sale
I got ’em retail
Verse 5: StanWill
All that motherfuckin’ dick suckin’, doggy must be DL
Three hundred black with the supressor, this bitch soundin’ like a leaf fell
I’m Houdini when I see 12
Out of Hutchy, I done seen more money than a seashell
Beefin’ with Militia? Think it’s better off you seek help
Up at Action Impact clearin’ out the ARP shelf
Verse 6: BabyTron
Really, you irrelevant, don’t even halfway matter
Early morning pourin’ sun, ’bout as thick as pancake batter
Tryna hit ’em in they roof, they better grab they ladders
Dinner for a shark, hundred dollars for a crab cake platter
Playin’ with my money, gotta know my patience paper-thin
Seven hundred horses in the foreign feel like Lazer Dim
Naw, for real, this bitch a UFO, I’m like Invader Zim
No, I’m not a hater, but I hate to see a hater win
Verse 7: StanWill
Bro’ll pop you out the peacoat, you know P clutchin’
We don’t listen when you rap ’cause everything you speak rubbish
Brought the chicken out today, I’m up a twenty-piece nugget
Three favorite words to your ho, bitch, keep suckin’
All-time leading scorer, all I know is seek bucket
With your bitches like I never get there how I keep cummin’
I could see your bones, better eat somethin’
You would think he pescetarian with all that beef duckin’
Verse 8: BabyTron
BabyTron, StanWill, this shit for the culture
Hit him with that Desert Eagle, leave him for the vultures
Cuddy serve the junkies somewhat shiesty, pulled up for a sculpture
Rocky-ass wrist, all this gold, you might think it’s sulfur
Outro: BabyTron
ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, long live $cam