Beat It

[Intro: StanWill] Huh, yeah Huh, ayy (This is a Jay Johnson production) [Verse 1: StanWill] I be everywhere with Glocky on me, I'm in love with it I'm in love with pape', jacks, and fraud, no, I can't love a bitch Woke up in the morning, caught a flight like fuck the Oven Mitt Woke up in the morning calling Hutch, you know I'm coming kit Crib, stu', shit, any fucking where, you know the blick around Bartending, when I catch the opps, shots getting sent around Love Amazon like when I punch, I know it shipping out Ain't believe in Santa Claus back then but, bitch, I'm gifted now [Verse 2: TrDee] I'm with Bando at the lab, twenty past ten Told her turn around just like a truck and come and back in They gon' let us in thе backdoor, I snuck the MAG in Ran up on him then he frozе up, he was lagging We'll treat the beat just like it's ping-pong She keep saying "Groove" is her theme song Tron keep coughing 'cause the weed strong He gon' get shot, keep thinking that he King Kong [Verse 3: BabyTron] Online jabbing everything, I feel like Roy Jones Pull up shooting, blazing, I'ma get my Brandon Roy on 7.62s, .223s, you can't avoid those Won't acknowledge what the fuck he saying 'cause that boy broke Off-White on me, it was free, I got it off the fire Had to turn around in KY, bitch done lost my writer Sleeve Nash with Stan dunking chips like he Stottlemeyer Two years ago I was somewhere doing fraud in Meijer's [Verse 4: StanWill] I'm a cheater and a scammer but I ain't a liar, boo If Wally's don't got not giffies in then I know Meijer's do BIN heat like I hope the chip reader fireproof Throw a hunnid at me, I can hit you with a site or two Somewhere grabbing jacks, showed my ass like I'm Bam Margera Fuck the opps, I'll hit yo bitch and I'll scam yo parents Apple this and that, I ain't never been no fan of carrots Looking mighty hard, might fuck around and get you blam for staring [Verse 5: TrDee] The wintertime the only time this nigga grind Kinda feel like Nemo, always hard to find I don't keep change but, yes, I got a dime Looking in the mirror like they hate me 'cause I really shine Think we finna fight? I'll up the stick like, nigga, fight these She been twerking for a damn hour, she got nice knees I'ma put yo knees up to yo chest just like it's high knees Know that shit exotic when it got you looking Chinese [Verse 6: BabyTron] Foreign drip got me walking 'round looking European Tryna race to an M but we gon' be the first to see it When I drop a forty-one, the caption gon' be "German Jesus" So much horse power in this 'vert, this bitch'll burn a demon Twenty jacks stacked, turn 'em in, cash a Scat Pack Twenty SSNs and DOBs, entire pack smacked This some Turtle Pie, you got some stems, we can't match thrax Hardbody, touchdown with it like a half-back