Tron Madden

(Reuel, stop playing with these niggas)

Ayy, stop playing

Ayy, huh, ayy, huh, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (ShittyBoyz)

In LA, i8 (ShittyBoyz)

Ayy, ayy, ayy (ShittyBoyz)

In LA, i8 with the roof off

Nitro in the spaceship, watch me zoom off

Two hunnid dollar Gucci socks, they get blew off

I'm with gang members, you don't wanna have a shoot off

Sniper rifle, fuck around and hit him from a roof

Turn my Sunkist to the moon only from a deuce

Shooting from the west side, I'm coming from the zoo

Shoe bottoms red, ash white, and my hunnids blue

Come here, bitch, I can show you how a scammer live

Off a Perc' 10, I feel like Thor, I keep a hammer, bitch

Take the tracker off the rim, I be on scaling shit

I bank plays turn down south I'm in Miami, bitch

I want steak and some eggs, I ain't having grits

For that sack, we'll blitz his ass, John Madden shit

Yo boyfriend a burger, on his Krabby Patty shit

Drop a deuce straight in my Ohana, I ain't ask for Brisk

I want a big-ass P, I ain't ask for zips

This a big-ass .223, we'll blam his shit

Walk in, pull her shit down, she don't ask for dick

Thinking he a star, we'll rock him, on some Patrick shit

Walking out [?

Unky and unky in the kitchen and they matching bricks

Feeling like Raekeisha, I be acting like a ass and shit

At the self-scan, goddamn, watch me jam this bitch

She suck me straight out of my Adidas pants

Yeezy this, Yeezy that, I'm damn near the Adidas Man

Spanish bitch with me in the 'Cat, hasta la vista, man

201, 101, yeah, I'm the Visa Man

If she in the city and she model, I done probably hit her

Ask what it took to do that shit, shit, probably liquor

Dior collared shirt on, this is not Hilfiger

OG Runtz, straight thrax, boy, it's got a zipper

I'm a shitter, big shitty, that's to be exact

Stan Trackhawking like, what? Where the Beamer at?

Samsung washer and dryer, yo bitch clean my pants

Told bro put the pills down 'cause he tweak off Xans

Now what the fuck I tell you, dummy? You can't see these hands

Lil' bitch lollipopped the dick, I feel like Wheezy, man

Walk into the kitchen, you see snow like I'm Jeezy, man

Put my balls on her face, that's off the heezy man

Off the backboard, that's a lob up to TrDee

Me and Jeff was high as hell when we crashed that CRV

Fear of God on, on the Bible, ain't no fear in me

I'm the Punch God, Punch God, bitch, seriously

2020 whip, camera on and it's HD

You ain't even wash yo ass yet, why you hating me?

BIN fire, site fire, why you think it's AP?

Bro gave him thirty-five, why you think you KD?

Big Guccis on, screaming slatt, I got snake feet

Tummy fucked up, it's full of Wocky and some steak meat

Ham on the phone like, "Can I get my pape' please?"

Bitch, what? You lucky I ain't hit you with a late fee

Yeah, drank exotic pop

Spin God, I'll juke that bitch like a bottle top

White boys crazy, they'll hit you with a Molotov

Just broke as hell in yo feelings, you are not a opp

I been in KY too long, where the border at?

I heard the opps thugging down the street, where they corner at?

5.56, we'll put him on the floor with that

This some straight drop, fuck around and you gon' snore off that

Flip phone ring like an alarm clock

Caught him in a sesh, fuck around and leave his car hot

I'ma do that one [?

Rollercoaster Glock, boy, this bitch'll make his heart drop

Yeah, fuck around and break yo bitch heart

I'm too slick with it, I done switched cards

'RT ass in the snow, I had to switch cars

Heavy metal on me, I'll shoot it like a guitar

Like a guitar

Fuck around and I'ma switch cars

If I switch cities, bitch, you know I switch cars

Put that shit on everything I love that this bitch hard

Gang