Gotham City

[Intro]
(Fuck the fire, we got grease)

[Verse 1: StanWill]
She got D'usse in her solo? Finna double team her
Hothead with blicky on him? Bro a trouble seeker
Bitch a dummy, she don't think I'm finna fucking leave her (Ooh, it's BlueStrip, baby)
Palm Angels joggy but Dior did my running sneakers

[Verse 2: BabyTron]
SUV with the bike rack, blending in with traffic
Know the Men in Black, for some guala, send 'em in with gadgets
Tripping over hoes? Can't relate, I'm stepping with some balance
You hating out a hut, bitch, I'm riding, heading to my mansion

[Verse 3: TrDee]
Brodie took a Perc' and washed it down with somе Wockiesha
You ain't gotta tell me you ain't brokе 'cause I'm not either
I can't fuck with you 'cause you with them, they some cock eaters
Got her out her clothes then broke her back in a wifebeater

[Verse 4: StanWill]
Poles, hoes, and blue strips, the whip like Erotic City
Needa take the chop up to Pink, this bitch got some titties
Bro equipped the mask, robbing shit like it's Gotham City
Seven hunnid horses, stabbed the gas, I might pop a wheelie

[Verse 5: BabyTron]
Tucked away, hidden in the hills, the crib solar powered
I can't tell you 'bout yo bitch pussy, I get oral out her
So much Off-White around this bitch, think I be snorting powder
Walking out the club, I made it storm, you can't afford to shower

[Verse 6: TrDee]
All I have to do is show some money, took the morals out her
I cannot believe you cuffed this bitch, she got a whoring problem
Why the fuck you even hit the club? You can't afford a bottle
I don't think they really getting money, I ain't heard about 'em

[Verse 7: StanWill]
Couple bitches swish but best believe I'm finna score without 'em
Neiman Marcus bags, nigga, huh, hold on, huh
Neiman Marcus bags full as fuck, we jugged the store up out 'em
Pull up tryna wrestle? .223 knock the Orton out him

[Verse 8: BabyTron]
Late night, off a three of red, I was snoring counting
If I would've had another line, I would've poured a thousand
European sneakers, German coupe with a foreign model
Summertime hotter than a fuck, fill the torch with hollows

[Verse 9: TrDee]
I don't squash shit, I forever need my lick back
Yeah, I heard yo song, hate to say I heard some big cap
Heard yo mans broke, y'all a team, you 'posed to fix that
Thought this was yo bitch, I'm in her mouth just like a Tic Tac

[Verse 10: StanWill]
Drac' tucked, Ye did the sneaks, I'm playing both sides
Max Payne, if I catch him out, I'm spraying both .9's
Fire to his head, bet the choppa make him ghost ride
Pape' chasing rude fuck, I been the same since '09

[Verse 11: BabyTron]
Pretty bitch with me on the road always snapping selfies
Touchdown from Kansas City with it, feel like Travis Kelce
Nike tech ninja in the store, every tactic stealthy
Need a custom tee for these sneaks, I'm finna grab some Wealthy

[Verse 12: TrDee]
Riding with it 'cause I learned it's better safe than being sorry
Only said that in case you ever see me in a party
Bitch asked me do I really love her and I said hardly
Visas, all my money in a bank just like I'm Jeff Hardy

[Verse 13: StanWill]
Whipped the twenty out, left yo bitch with the googly eyes
Niggas know to hide they ho, they see me in the Gucci slides
Real life rapper, this bitch tryna get her coochie signed
Size twenty-eight Mike Amiris, where the toolie hide

[Outro: StanWill]
Ha, dummy
SBDSM, nigga, real ShittyBoyz shit, dumbass nigga
Yeah, whole lotta Lab shit
Whole lotta gang shit, bitch
On that same shit, bitch
We don't lane switch, bitch
Yeah