Lob City

[Intro: Bankroll Reese]
What up, Stan?
Yeah, what up, Tron?
Ayy, ayy (Damn, JakeSand)

[Verse 1: Bankroll Reese]
Yeah, the Presi' full of boogers like Trump wiped his nose on it
He was talking slick out his neck so I [?] on him
Face card good with the plug, never stole from him
Sent that nigga straight up to God, I'm a soul donor
If this bitch take a pic, I'ma Stone Cold her
Got to living in her walls, I'm a home owner
Yeah, I feel like Jaiswan, got the cold shoulder
I hit that bitch like a dog, told her roll over

[Verse 2: BabyTron]
You cannot be a gang, you are not Shitty
Throw that bitch up to Reese, boy, that's Lob City
Can you with the sauce? Boy, are the opps litty?
Uncle Drew with the chop, I'll drop fifty
Chase my exotics with еssential water
ShittyBoyz, bitch, the wholе gang step regardless
Jumped in the deep end, end up next to Marlin
Go to war with us? You gon' need some extra armor

[Verse 3: StanWill]
I'll have bro draw the chop, he a sketch artist
Looking like I punt paint brushes, I'm a step artist
Might rock a lil' Comme des but my chest heartless
If my mans got that sack on him, I'ma left guard him
Let me scrumble 'round for a fuck to give
You could be a pedophile and you couldn't touch the kid
Jugged a ham and went to brunch at ten
Jumped in the deep end and I came up with fins

[Verse 4: Bankroll Reese]
Nigga try to bug me? Get him stepped on
Bitch, I'm getting turned off, what the neck on?
Bitch, I'm feeling like a boss, come get flexed on
I'm finna take him up top, he got a vest on

[Verse 5: BabyTron]
Lil' freak, jam dick in her neckbone
He up fist, now his whole damn chest gone
Play it crazy to the bitch like, "My text broke"
Made him take it off like a middle school dress code

[Verse 6: StanWill]
Boy tried to scrap and got his rest on
I done made a hunnid plus with this Tech on
Passed her to Tron, she got blessed on
My smart-ass white bitch got the best dome

[Verse 7: Bankroll Reese]
Ayy, I'm and young and turnt, they tryna raid me
Pockets thick as hell like mash potatoes, life gravy
Feds steady tryna give me time, Flavor Flav me
She made spit bubbles like the bitch had rabies
Ayy, damn, I'm feeling wavy
Bitch wet as hell, I almost drowned, she had to save me
Nigga, this exotic, sixty-five for a eighthy
I'm beating on my chest in Bathing Ape, they can't tame me

[Verse 8: BabyTron]
Beating on my chest in Bathing Ape, Baby Milo on me
Moon Mist with the crushed ice, got a styro' on me
Huh, skinny jeans full of fire, I got pyro on me
I just threw a touchdown, you seen the spiral, homie?
I got God on my right, devil on my left
Shooting plays out of town, boy, the pedal getting pressed
Schwarzenegger, I'll put the metal to his neck
Big-ass Yeezys, boy, I got the pressure on his neck

[Verse 9: StanWill]
Scam [?] check the score box
Saw four opps, let off four shots
Ran up more pape', now I got more opps
Used to benchride, I'm on court now
Bro in the field with more blues than a Lions game
You'll get yo ass blew to Mars, don't die in space
Monkey nuts on the chopstick, bro a sliding ape
Yes, yes, ShittyBoyz up, we high as space