Triumphs & Trophies

[Intro: StanWill]

(Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat)

(Danny G on the beat)

Let us get the drop, we gon' rob the spot

Let us get the drop, we gon' rob the spot

(Damn, JakeSand)

[Verse 1: StanWill]

Let us get the drop, we gon' rob the spot

Fire on my waist, but my neck cold as Häagen-Dazs

Ain't no squashin' beef, we gon' squash the opps

Mirror tint the buffs, ain't no way we seein' eye-to-eye

She gon' blow me like a 'Wood 'cause I'm lit

Reach for anything, I wish a nigga would in this bitch

She an eater, I put wood to her lips

If we get the lo' at four, I'm in his hood when it's six

[Verse 2: TrDee & BabyTron]

Drop fifty on his block just like Shaq, bitch

Why the fuck they still sleepin' on me like a mattress?

Ballin' on who left me out to dry like a cactus

You don't know us, huh? Must live under a rock, Patrick

Can you stop hattin'? Spot jump like Josh Jackson

I just got a case of yeah, shit, I'm livin' Wocktastic

You can't even set the play on me, I'm John Madden

I'ma wear this bitch with every 'fit, the Glock fashion

Switchin' up drip, but nah, I ain't never switchin' teams

[Verse 3: BabyTron]

I just poured a six of lean, I'm standin' sleepin', Mr. Bean

Stretch the work out, limousine, go and get the Mr Clean

Play with us, your block the biggest mystery in history

You might turn into a zombie if you touch that triple-beam

Hoes synchronizin', divin' in 'em like the swimming team

Triumph, trophies, all I want is victory

Titi in the pharm', I know she better get a script at least

Stuck froze, boy, the zotty turned me to a figurine

Shoot it like I'm in the league, more legs than a millipede

Think we got 'em pissed off, I'm glad I'm on the Shitty team

Why you call yourself a scammer? Never had a gifty ping

[Verse 4: StanWill]

If the fans keep callin' me the G.O.A.T., might get a farm

Ironic we ain't throwin' hands but all my niggas armed

Doin' magic with the Visas, told the clerk to pick a card

Pull up over here, you dyin', you gon' have to get a charge

I'm walkin' into Hutch, finna get a charm

Boy, this shit like Mario, banana clips'll spin his car

[Verse 5: TrDee]

Choke the bitch like she Bart

Only 'cause it make her pussy wet just like Noah's Ark

Neck wet as hell, shout-out Hutch, got the piece flooded

Pop you like a buckle reachin' for it, tryna see somethin'

Don't let nobody tell you that you can't be nothin'

It ain't long until I'm at the top, TrDee comin'

In here poppin' bottles, lightin' 'Woods like we won the 'ship

This the third time I seen him in it, he must love that 'fit