City Boyz

[Intro: StanWill & BabyTron]
(This is Jay Johnson production)
I'm the GOAT, I'll put it on ten Bibles
Ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz

[Verse 1: StanWill]
Put yo bitch in a spin cycle
I'm the GOAT, I'll put it on ten Bibles
Ain't no punches through this bitch, doing ten titles
Walked in the store with one slide and got ten items

[Verse 2: BabyTron]
Scam Wiz, I don't think I need college
Stan balling, throw a triple-team on him
Flex like the Hulk, I ain't never read comics
Fucked up the web off the punches, feel like Green Goblin

[Verse 3: JamesTooCold]
Ayy, bitch hit my phone for the BNB
Broke a whole four Mastercard, call me "Master P"
Work week, hit it for the ten, not thе fucking three
Fuck school, dark web taught me how to write and rеad, nigga

[Verse 4: StanWill]
Taught my rat how to punch, she ain't Master Splinter
She ain't have her eyebrows done so I had to spin her
Paid two hunnid on what I had for dinner
Double G's on the slide so you know I tagged the slippers

[Verse 5: BabyTron]
Aquaman drip, I just got wet
Karate Kid, punching kicks off of StockX
Feel like we play in MyPark, how we got next
Made ten at the crack of dawn, I ain't got dressed

[Verse 6: JamesTooCold]
They knowing I'ma do a nigga foul, how I got TECs
Walk around like we verified, how we got checks
Told her we gon' bust her shit again, she ain't block yet
Cutter still hitting [?] yet

[Verse 7: StanWill]
Feel like One-Punch Man when I'm on the web
ShittyBoyz on top, yeah, we too ahead
Chopstick put you in a suit like a newlywed
Reaching over here? Ain't no thoughts going through his head

[Verse 8: BabyTron]
On the road high as hell like a monster truck
Ball too hard, Kawhi Leonard couldn't lock us up
Pop him dead in his shit if I pop the trunk
Throw 'bows like Dwayne Johnson, no, you can't rock with us

[Verse 9: JamesTooCold]
Rock with us? How you gon' do it? Ain't no stocks with us
Glocks be tucked, come get yo bitch, she got overfucked
Load the car or yo bitch-ass gon' load the truck
You niggas suck, free five star, nigga, every lunch, ayy

[Verse 10: StanWill]
Throw a punch at you? Dawg, I ain't Triple G
Swing the K on it, turn yo block to the Middle East
Tron know they can't stop me with no triple-team
He was talking spicy, now his house where the missiles be

[Verse 11: BabyTron]
Foreign sneaks like I'm Messi, fuck the World Cup
Lord Beerus with this punch, fuck the world up
Crank the meter to the max, I'ma turn up
Ball like I'm Harden, got the sauce, watch me stir up

[Verse 12: JamesTooCold]
Ayy, she gon' fuck the kid for a new wig
I just hopped up off the plane and bought the whole kit
Bitch, you can't hang with us, you ain't know shit
Ayy, feeling like Sub-Zero with the cold kicks, nigga

[Verse 13: StanWill]
I ain't walk through a gallery, these the Margielas
My bitch was tripping with the drip 'fore she know Ella
You can't ball on my team, should've knew better
Summertime, still paying five for a new sweater

[Verse 14: BabyTron]
Broke? You got the opps mixed up with me
Feel like Criss Angel, got some shit up my sleeve
Scammed the hoop coach and got kicked off the team
Fuck college, boy, I been had the shit talk degree