Tronald & Stanley

(Enrgy made this one)

Damn

Bro gon' take the pop and Wockify it, all he sip is dirty

All these carats in my jewelry, ain't no way my vision blurry

Ram him with that 30 like I'm Todd, he just got hit with girly

VVS's DD Osama-ing, bitch, they getting sturdy

Think he pressin' me and my posse? Gon' make him hit a gurney

He ain't got the Mamba Mentality, catch him switchin' jerseys

Soon as I wake up I'm encroaching opps, I be blitzing early

Bitch, I'm blowin' max volume, you rollin' up some mute

She ain't throwing head to the gang? I'm throwin' up this deuce

Mad scientist in the lab, pourin' up my juice

Thought he was Pit till he got bit, boy, yo bro is a pooch

I ain't even have to shoot his ass, I openhand smacked him

Blitzing with them blickies in that field, don't get yo mans tackled

Quagy-agy turned my Arctic Sun into a CranApple

In the deep, he hopped up out that water when we swam at him

Overdid the shrooms on Collins Ave, I'm in a crashed Phantom

Over slid the 201, got giffies like my ass Santa

Bought it as a white peach then turned it to a black Fanta

Blues on me like I'm Crippin', where the fuck my bandana?

You can't see me, John Cena, Fiji with the Wockiesha

All this fuckin' cheese and all this sauce, they think I got pizza

Why the fuck you actin' like you jamming with a locked Visa?

Pop him like a bottle of Rosé and left his top leakin'

Fuck, he fast as hell, I'm sick he got away

Pendants clankin' on my neck

The bitch thought she heard pocket change

Benji, Benji, Benjies in my pocket, ain't no Honest Abes

Like a laundromat, I'm spinnin' blocks, boy, every opp a stain

Team full of demigods, we hit the court and dominate

Bet my neck be wetter than the water when I'm by the bay

Shooting tracers out, the only thing I think's annihilate

AMG look like a UFO, bitch, I might fly away

Huh, bitch, Dog $hit Militia