Fuck the Booth

[Verse 1: TrDee]
Throw the brick in the water, make it splash, Chris Smoove
Please stop acting like you bought it, you ain't that dude
Lil' bro always starting shit like some bad food
Am I really up? Shit, do a freak bitch got nudes?

[Verse 2: StanWill]
We be hopping out with shit you see on Call of Duty
Nah, for real, flash, beam, and extended mags
Toss a bullet like I'm Aaron Rodgers, they can't get a pass
If I like the bitch, we hit Miami, she can get a ass

[Verse 3: TrDee]
Two chain Stan, riding with the biggest shitter
Glocky got a beam, chase him like we drinking liquor
Mister Jump In Shitty Then Forget To Take A Picturе
I just hit his bitch, he texting me likе, "You a nigga"

[Verse 4: StanWill]
I ain't gotta show no pape', the bitches know who richer
Fuck it, I might skip the AP, go straight to a Richard
Bitch, they know my last name "Scam", they know my first name "Mister"
Made her eat my Snickers bar, you must be Hershey 'cause you kissed her

[Verse 5: TrDee]
Lame-ass nigga kissing freak hoes, who raised you?
I'ma start asking dick suckers like, "Who paid you?"
I just had to cut into my bitch like, "I saved you"
We got hella clips, not finna fight but I can Faze you
Jack boys might be watching me, I'm straight 'cause I got high alert
Bitch, don't get no makeup on this five hunnid dollar shirt
I got hella money, no way I can get my feelings hurt
Fucked her once, she wanna be like India and Lil Durk

[Verse 6: StanWill]
If it's up, I put Glocks to the opposition
Only thing yo baby never got was some competition
Looking like the zoo on his block, we got llamas spitting
Pull up AMG, hop out chop, we gon' rock the trenches
Twenty on my neck, shout-out Hutch and nem
Give a fuck, I catch him on the bus, you know I'm busting him
This bitch said I'm broke, I upped a fifty, tell her, "Come again?"
She don't like to bring me 'round her girls 'cause I be fucking friends

[Verse 7: TrDee]
Fuck them niggas, they can't fuck with us, fuck is you talking 'bout?
He was talking tough over the 'net but now he signing out
Everybody going through some shit, fuck is you whining 'bout?
And yo label put you on the wall just like a TV mount
All my pockets full, I feel like Baby but ain't shit little
Catch him in the morning, we gon' flip him like a McGriddle
Left his shirt red like he spilt some of his popsicle
Please stop acting like a dime, you close to a nickel

[Verse 8: StanWill]
I like all my money blue
Metatarsals showing, I got Mike Amiri running shoes
Used to laugh and joke but now I'm rich, they making fun of who?
They don't hit me with them M's this year, I might say fuck the booth
Shit, I'm getting comfortable
Dior bathrobe, fifteen hunnid when I go to sleep
Piggies called him up, he got to singing like he Jodeci
Pull up switchy in my balaclava, they won't notice me
Bitch a ten but all my pendants icy, she ain't cold as me

[Outro: TrDee]
Shit
Dog $hit Militia
SBD$M
SBD$M, SBD$M