Crunch Wrap Supreme

[Chorus: BabyTron]
Up a fist and get yo ho-ass smacked
Or Skilla'll put the beat on you [?] black
Throw a skully on, boy, we know that’s cap
That ain't a boner, bitch, that's a whole-ass rack

[Verse 1: StanWill]
Ayy, let him stand ten, bro’ll knock the heart out him
Chop do him shitty, probably knock a fart out him
Seen them M's coming so I'm feeling part profit
Got a Bon Jovi Visa on me so the card rocking

[Verse 2: Skilla Baby]
Huh
I got high and transformed like a Megatron
I might dunk on Boban if I stand on Tron
Who that bitch hear me ghost? Might be Cardi
I know my teacher shitty, boy, I'm TrDee

[Verse 3: TrDee]
Teacher used to hate me, I was tardy
My new bitch exclusive, she a Barbie
She don't get shit for Christmas 'cause she naughty
I know the drawers dropping if I pull up in a Audi

[Verse 4: BabyTron]
Triple S, let me found out you rocking FUBU
Somewhere in yo bitch throat while I'm watching Hulu
Surfing in this foreign bitch, she from Honolulu
Sticked up in that field, feel like Shaka Zulu

[Verse 5: StanWill]
Think I spinned a wheel through this bitch, got a fortune on me
My bitch ain't from the continent, got a foreign on me
Can’t pronounce the name of my whip, boy, it’s foreigns only
If we catch a opp at that bitch, we gon' torch the Coney

[Verse 6: BabyTron]
Oh, he ain’t die? Mm-hmm, torch the hospital
Balling up in Saks, drop thirty, I did not dribble
Go ahead and cock yo fist back, I'ma cock pistol
Leave his shirt red, I'm sticked up like a popsicle

[Verse 7: Skilla Baby]
Baby, let's get straight to the point, boo, let’s not riddle
When my Glock tell jokes, it say hospital
I cop whole meals now, I used to cop nickels
I know her ass was fake, it did not jiggle

[Verse 8: TrDee]
You sit around on yo ass, nigga, is you cripple?
I knew I wasn't shit, I treat a dime like a nickel
Been a big boss, what the fuck is Malcolm in the Middle?
Bro keep staring, hold on, Stan, watch me throw the signal

[Verse 9: StanWill]
Sauce God, feel like Sweet Baby Ray, nigga
I ain't a father but I got baby K, nigga
He ain't SB then I can't AVA with him
You a super ham, why you tryna save the day, nigga?

[Verse 10: BabyTron]
Give him thirty-five then twenty-five, DJ BJ
Ten vanilla five hundreds leaving out a speedway
Looking like Optimus flying up the freeway
Feeling like a pirate, pieces hitting down in PA

[Verse 11: Skilla Baby]
Rap niggas in they feelings, they might be gay
When I rap [?] it say replay
Slide in that bitch DM, I don't scam though
High as hell, when I land-o, it's at the bando

[Verse 12: TrDee]
Pulled this gay bitch, told her throw away the dildo
They don't like me but they on my page, niggas weirdos
How you got the Fraud Bible, nigga, and you still broke?
I ain't even have to grab her head and she still choke

[Verse 13: BabyTron]
Yeah, I'm broke as fuck, that was sarcasm
Bro in the kitchen whipping, having arm spasms
DDT Visa work, boy, this card slamming
Every time I talk to a slut, it's like my heart vanish

[Chorus: BabyTron]
Up a fist and get yo ho-ass smacked
Or Skilla'll put the beat on you [?] black
Throw a skully on, boy, we know that's cap
That ain't a boner, bitch, that's a whole-ass rack