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[Intro: Bankroll Reese]
Yeah, 146
What up, Tron?
(313 Mafia)
Yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1: Bankroll Reese]
Say I'll walk a nigga down, bitch, you know them steps steep
Ain't never running up no pape', these niggas got two left feet
.223s rip a cow, try yo luck, you dead meat
Get to spraying in the crowd and turn it to a track meet

[Verse 2: BabyTron]
Get to spinning in the 'Cat and turn it to a auto show
Gatorade with a six of Tech, turn my baller on
Shop till the mall closed, lil' bitch, I brought a roll
Why every time they talk crazy the collar on?

[Verse 3: Bankroll Reese]
When I put my mask down they say I kick like Rey Mysterio
Told my ex bitch that I'll be the shit but she ain't hear me though
If he playing with them 'bows, he get holes likе a Cheerio
Have yo bitch do the navi' on the road, shе ain't Siri though

[Verse 4: BabyTron]
Punch God, all scams, you won't catch me near a 'bow
Do the dash on Wockiana, feeling like I'm steering slow
NFL thigh pad, I came through with Amiri roll
Gang walked in with Fear of God but ain't no fear in bro

[Verse 5: Bankroll Reese]
I said, bitch, I'm posted up and then fade like Nikola Jokić
Boy, don't try no stupid dumb shit 'cause bro be on it
Hit the store, pour another pop, you know we folding
He ain't play the cards he was dealt, you know he folding
He ain't put his mans on a run, you know he bogus
Feeling like I just moved in, you know we toting
Tron smoking moon rock, out of space, you know he floating
Twelve out the whole thirty clip like Andrew Bogut

[Verse 6: BabyTron]
They say I'm finna blow like a volcano
You always barking, bite something, you a dog, ain't you?
Goddamn, yo bitch on my dick, let my balls dangle
Riding in a Demon with a chop, rocking Palm Angels
Kanye did the sneaks, Yeezy 380s
Building up an appetite, I blew through three eighthies
Bitch want a Birkin bag? We gon' have to see, baby
Candy apple Faygo with a four, unky lean crazy

[Verse 7: Bankroll Reese & BabyTron]
Ayy, damn near [?] fucked up
Waited thirty minutes for a opp, be done lucked up
Boy, shut the fuck up
Pretty bitch with me, you can't touch her 'cause she stuck-up
Say I'm with the niggas who shot yo brother, so the fuck what?
Bitch, you know I'm running with them steppers, you gon' stomp what?
Hunnid deep in thousand dollar sneakers, you gon' jump what?
You might be up, difference is that I'm up-up

[Verse 8: Bankroll Reese]
Bitch, when we walk in they know who we is
Expensive jeans on my ass, [?] Ksubi [?]
Nigga think he got a little vert', let the Uzi spit
And they know we all about the action like a movie clip

[Verse 9: BabyTron]
Yeah
BabyTron, two chains, she like, "Ooh, he lit"
One little scuff and I'ma throw away the Gucci kicks
Lil' bro in the crib with guns, on some Stewie shit
With my white boys getting high, we got doobies lit

[Outro: BabyTron]
Huh, ayy, ShittyBoyz