Ni Hao

[Intro: StanWill & BabyTron]
Once I get the head off
ShittyBoyz (Bear On The Beat)

[Verse 1: StanWill]
Once I get the head off the lil' bitch, arrivederci
[?] grabbing giffies and I need a Slurpee
I was scamming hams Thanksgiving, wasn't eating turkey
Niggas lame as hell, boy, I wouldn't even beef with turkey
Really I don't even beef at all
Baking for that cheese, now his tee look like pizza sauce
Do fraud, fuck a J-O-B, I don't need a boss
I was in school punching, fuck what the teachers taught
Ye did the kicks, bald Jesus did the hoodie on it
I don't like to dance, made my chain do the Boogie on it
We ain't playing fair, every Glock got a fully on it
Unc' bet not think 'bout running off, we'll bully [?]
December mean Nike tech, Moncler, and giffies
Yo bitch caught some shots to the back like she Ricky
MSR reader writer everything, we get busy
Pop up on my ex with that dick like, "You miss me?"

[Verse 2: TrDee]
With a [?] like we finna get litty
Baby wanna fuck, she used to tell me she was busy
When I put it in she say she feel it in her kidney
Heard they took yo shit, that's why yo should've had a blicky
Blicky, I'ma run it up until I'm fifty
Fifty, and I'm walking to it when I'm sixty
Sixty, ugh, I know this bitch ain't really kiss me
Kiss me, you gon' need some money if you diss me
She a foreign thang, only right my fitted be the same
I can never stress, fall back and tell her do her thang
He gon' be without it, better tell yo boy to use his brain
Like how many days in a week, I can never change
Riding with a soul snatcher, I ain't talking 'bout a freak
I do know a couple, they love them some black meat
I'll rather pull up on you, you'll rather go and tweet
Look up and pray to God [?] say you'll [?]

[Verse 3: StanWill]
Pistol on me, revving horsepower, feel like Arthur Morgan
I'll put a hole in yo chest like the [?]
Tippy-toeing in Balenciaga, I don't march in Jordans
Torch on me, something like a welder, I'll spark yo tools
Said you fighting demons? Dee high as hell fighting Martians
Hit this lil' worker bitch, now she let me slide in Target
Let 'em try, turn 'em Bruce Willis, they gon' die the hardest
If you up all that dog shit, nigga, why you carless?
Lil'-ass money, boy, you can't get no transportation
Quit the dick sucking, fuck around get you blammed for hating
Hit his ass with the ni hao, I just scammed a Asian
I got GOAT in my DNA, you know Stan the greatest
Rapping all that killer shit, he really just a hip hopper
Stick a pinky out when you do it, suck my dick proper
Real sleaze, I done probably hit yo favorite TikToker
I don't fight, have Donny hit you with a shit rocker

[Verse 4: TrDee]
It's a scam fiesta, chips and sauce when I push [?]
Bitch, I'm in a [?] dripping Gucci, on my Gunna vibes
Stan'll probably punch it for me, I don't gotta stand in line
Any nigga scared to get some money not a friend of mine
Chain got some colors, it remind me of the rainbow
Stan spin the block, pop that nigga like a Faygo
Faygo, bitch, I stay with bread just like I'm mayo
Ayo, diamonds really dance like they Teo
Baby, what's yo credit? [?] get away from me
Bitch, I'm at the Lab with some cake, not the bakery
Gang really back to back in chains like a slavery
You can really do the whole gang, it's okay with me
Do yo lil' dance, touch yo knees, baby, flip yo hair
[?] in my lungs, man, I'm really running out of air
Blowing on some poop? Boy, you might as well face a square
Tron really Kobe with the hoes, he don't even share
Huh, I don't even care
Message to the fans, when you see us do not stop and stare
Huh, you'll catch a pair
All these [?] please be aware 'cause I really swear