77 - Babytron.mp3

[00:00.000] 作词 : James Johnson IV/Bernabe Rivas
[00:00.216] 作曲 : James Johnson IV/Bernabe Rivas
[00:00.433][Verse]
[00:09.348]Oh shit, I can't believe you cuffed a big back
[00:11.749]I shot the bitch quick like she swing cash
[00:13.708]It's more buns in the whip than a pen pad
[00:15.558]You would think her name Natalie, she got none
[00:17.229]I ain't swimmin' in these same vanities, these ain't trunks
[00:19.090]I'ma live happily, **** my ex, she a bum
[00:20.843]I got Mamba mentality, you know I need a buck
[00:23.099]Poppin' fake 'codones, he an oxymoron
[00:24.945]The way his phone ring, you would think akhy's Sauron
[00:26.859]He think he got sold tar, it was probably boron
[00:29.293]Huh, yeah
[00:30.633]Boast the most, show the most, I'm multitaskin'
[00:32.687]All I speak is accurate, that's bullseye action
[00:34.702]Lil Fuzz don't got a job, he full-time schmackin'
[00:36.467]All that bein' out here savin' hoes is good guy madness
[00:38.489]All eyes on me, I feel like Cooper Flagg
[00:40.205]We just poured two 16's, you can do the math
[00:42.139]You would think Fuzz a trash man, he be movin' bags
[00:44.159]I was trippin' with the fake Deezys, super bad
[00:46.231]McLovin, rip, do a round-round with McButtons
[00:48.969]And a Big Mac
[00:49.862]Wipe your ass, boys, they'll leave you on a shit bag
[00:51.685]Feel like Jody how I'm high rollin', it ain't Riff Raff
[00:53.606]Leave a paw print on the brick with my dog ass
[00:55.446]Why she think all them tats cover up them dog tracks?
[00:58.285]We know you usin', you sweat every time you chat, we just know you boosted
[01:01.210]Hakeem Olajutron, I'm very known in Houston
[01:03.125]You a L, mans, you just very known for losin'
[01:05.038]I'm very known in Gucci, I'm very known in Louis
[01:06.898]My bitch bad-bad, boy, she very known in Pucci
[01:08.856]They tryna steal the lingo, the steelo
[01:10.787]We just go two, three mo', that's a bingo
[01:12.677]I been a star since birth, call me Ringo
[01:14.592]We gon' shoot it off the door if you cut that ring on
[01:16.559]Tell a ho, "Cut your finger off, **** that ring, ho"
[01:18.455]Why you talkin' 'bout a hundred racks? That's just three shows
[01:20.412]Why you talkin' 'bout you with the vibes? That's just three hoes
[01:22.581]Call me back when you at like 3 Mile
[01:24.264]I'm from the Murder Mitten, we run red lights and rat hoes
[01:26.224]Free my unc, he had a red pint and half-bow
[01:28.288]Plus he had ten pipes and they was half-gulps
[01:29.907]The other five had bodies, this a sad story
[01:31.968]Why you make it rain on the strippers with your last forty?
[01:33.986]Aw man, and you ain't get no damn orgy?
[01:35.708]You went home and whacked off, that's a bad story
[01:37.583]Score the play out in Cleveland like I'm Brad Daugherty
[01:39.544]You wouldn't have no luck on that road with a rabbit's foot
[01:41.459]The one and only punch guy, watch me jab and hook
[01:43.376]He is not the Za man, all he had was kush
[01:45.312]Oh, you got some paper in your pocket? This a bag of books
[01:47.208]This how rappers live, this how rappers live
[01:49.114]All that runnin' off with bank plays, get a scammer killed
[01:50.935]Need a bitch with a rich archetype just to match my build
[01:53.117]Amethysts around scams just to match my grill
[01:54.751]The 38 recoilless, counting 30K, my bitch got some crab boiling
[01:57.892]Know your bitch mad, you can't even half-spoil her
[01:59.930]Hoes ain't shit, I couldn't even half-loyal her
[02:02.588]Crabbe and Goyle, me and brodie doin' magic
[02:04.306]Seven after seven, I get like Luka gamblin'
[02:06.362]All that cappin', you should go and chew a cactus
[02:08.208]Thunderstorm, fast dude, I'm in traffic losin' traction
[02:10.078]I'ma do the most 'cause I ain't used to havin'
[02:12.031]They look like Osiris, but they the newest Lanvins
[02:13.516]Why your TV on the hot spot? Boy, the movie laggin'
[02:15.644]You would think l'd grab my ho right up out a beauty pageant
[02:17.709]They tryna stop greatness, but they never could
[02:19.885]RIP Lil $cam, boy, I'ma forever jugg
[02:21.792]We seen your paperwork, you forever cooked
[02:23.595]Bust the 'bow open, you would think you smelled a foot
[02:25.534]Bitch, I can smell your breath, that's a red flag
[02:27.300]Flyin' 'round Lear off a six, that's some jet lag
[02:29.334]Ain't no duck, duck, goose, but this a head tag
[02:31.121]You drive around a ****ed up coupe, I just drop red light
[02:33.039]Hashtag, "Oops, Jugg, you can't get your bread back"
[02:34.997]Played this song back from the top, should I said that?
[02:37.123]Every breath you ever heard, shit, I meant that
[02:38.807]$hittyBoyz, Dog $hit Militia 77
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[02:41.114][Outro]
[02:42.713](Troncic, Troncic)
[02:47.744]Hey, hey