Million Dollar Thoughts
BabyTron
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Yeah (242) Shitting on 'em like a big yeah, okay, huh Shitting on 'em like a big baby Call me Glenn Davis huh, ShittyBoyz Shitting on 'em like a big baby Call me Glenn Davis 'Wood after 'Wood in rotation Got my head banging I'ma toss what I made today I don't spend savings I'ma keep it one hundred Pocket full of Ben Franklins Certified shit talker Walk around and drip water Better push the gas on the block Bro 'nem whip sparkers mind on a milli' Labels better have a big offer Bro deep in that water Would've thought a fish taught him You would've been drowned Bitch ain't know my songs back then But she hip now Woke up at six on thе dot and made six thou' Headshot what? You don't do Shit but hit clouds What, you mad at the sky or somеthing? You ain't gotta post the addy Promise we gon' find the function Buffs with the frozest ice chunks Got my sinus running Running up a check in SBs Catch me Nike stunting I'll probably catch you on the Corner waiting on a bus Unky got expensive habit's Fourteen hundred on a cup but he fucked up He spend his free pape' on a slut Beating up the road currently Right now I'm on a run Shooting down south in a rental The Waffle House for breakfast No cap, with Visas I'll take the hottest route and press it Pull out that big Draky Bet he drop that lil' weapon With the real life mob They nonstop with all the stepping Yeah, okay, back to back in race cars It's looking like the Piston Cup 762s like Kawhi Leonard, they'll rip him up I'ma wipe somebody shit clean Don't let me get a punch Brodie one up, sipping slow out a triple cup Swerving 'round tryna scale something Made the DIGI jump bape jacket hit for six Tell your bitch to zip me up If it ain't about no USD Don't even hit me up Times changed, tables turned I got 'em sick that Jimmy up How the f*ck you grown as Hell with lil' kid money? Can't relate, I'm young as hell Ten on the fit, dummy Can't relate to other rappers You won't take this kit from me Don't get stomped out in some spikes You see the kicks bloody tryna wrestle Chopstick slam him like it's Seth Rollins You ain't got it in the booth So move on to the next option Got a killer hanging out the Sunroof tryna headshot 'em Pull up on your bitch like Young Money Left her bed rocking Where the f*ck the competition at? Heard dog song He should've called that shit The biggest cap slam dunked on your bitch Made sure her rim detached Green, orange, and blue Demons Looking like Aristocats Green, pink, and blue money Which roll you wanna see? BabyTron, I'm who your lil' Fucking brother wanna be If she ain't throwing neck Guarantee I'ma wanna leave But I got a bad bitch now I don't wanna cheat I'll have my bitch score for Me like she Lisa Leslie Made me twenty, so I sent her OT I think she ready Let her take a pic in the chain Now she think she heavy out in Cali' Know some Salvadorians'll bring machetes Huh, yeah, bitch Real life, yeah, this real life Huh, it's real life ayy, ShittyBoyz
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