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James Johnson III (born June 16, 2000), known professionally as BabyTron, is an American rapper from Ypsilanti, Michigan. He is a member of the rap group ShittyBoyz. BabyTron has become known for his distinct fast-rapping Detroit-style rap. BabyTron began rapping in 2017, alongside childhood friends TrDee and StanWill, and they established the rap trio ShittyBoyz. BabyTron would also consistently release solo songs and mixtapes on streaming platforms His 2019 solo track "Jesus Shuttlesworth" became viral within the hip hop community, with a variety of memes spawning from the track. The song was featured on his 2019 mixtape Bin Reaper. In 2021, he would feature on the Lil Yachty project, Michigan Boy Boat. BabyTron released the Bin Reaper 2 mixtape … more »

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(It's Bluestrip, baby) phew
Ayy, ShittyBoyz okay, ha, yeah (ShittyBoyz)

Each shoe hit for seven hundred
This a stimmy walk teachers used to tell me
(Shh) , now it cost when Jimmy talk
Good in the Willow
All the opps I got in Ypsi' soft
Put the blue strips and dubs down
And let the fifties talk
Bitch switching sides
Her middle name should be wishy-wash
I been jamming chips for five plus
Let's have a gifty off
Probably knock the plug head off
He try and rip me off
Mean-mugging, clutching on the Drac'
Do not piss me off
Your boys acting real tough
For some fake killers
Send your bitch the drop, when shе get here
Havе my way with her
Labels bullshitting, how I'm thinking
I need eight figures
I don't gotta move a muscle
Shoutout to them gravediggers
Hoes sneaky than a bitch
It's hard to hear a snake slither
Quarter of the za, a deuce of Wock'
These some pain killers
Crunch time, you benchwarm
I'ma hit the game winner
We gon' double back on her
We are not the same spinner
Boy, you better use your brain
Don't be thinking with your heart
You know these bitches play it crazy
They'll leave you in the dark
Never did the porch
Lil' me was tweaking in the yard
223'll leave him looking like he
Sleeping off a bar
Chain three tone and I came Vlone
Did the clerk bold twice, then I came 3-0
In a loft OT, so I came three hoes
Three threats in the morning
So I came three poles walking out the bank
Smell like Creed in the House of Dank
Medkit cost a couple blues
That's without the Drac' real pape'
You ain't never made the money counter break
Finna turn my baller on
It's Wocky in my Powerade
Reminiscing 'bout the Runtz
Fucked around and found my blanks
Sometimes I wish all the love
Came without the hate shit talker
Specialize in giving hoes the sour face
Told the plug I need ten free
If he an hour late came a long way
I charged a hundred for them first verses
Reach for this chain
We gon' put him in the earth's surface
All the pretty loyal bitches in
The world deserve Birkins
Yeah, I'm on the road bright and early
Hear the birds chirping
Balaclava on, but my habibi
He prefer turbans
Projector on the beamer, when I skrrt around
The vert German (Skrrt)
F*ck a rat
All the snitches in the world deserve hearses
(Die) high as hell flirting with your bitch
She say my words slurring
Never could I fall off as
Long as it's clerks working
Had to ask my last bitch like, "Really
Was the dirt worth it?"
Tryna stop the shine
Must ain't hear that we burn curtains
Long sleeve or the widebody when we skrrt
Skrrting
Unc' flipping oranges, I'm on Apple
Finna ship some jacks
He calling for his bitch back
I know I got him pissed I cracked
Riding 'round
See an opp and air him up like Fix-a-Flat
Zip-tight in this motherfucker
This the biggest bag bro pop black as f*ck
It was a watermelon Crush
Hoes staring at the whole gang
Bet they let us f*ck call my eastside bitch
I guarantee she set 'em up if I go broke
Might crash the whip into the FedEx truck
(I swear) foot on the fucking gas pedal
I ain't letting up
2021, I'm finna go and get a bezel bust
Glock 22, won't wrestle nothing
I got a Dressler tucked
He spent his last band at the
Set to impress some sluts
Told your ass once in "GameBreaker"
'bout that seven plus
Been a money man since middle school
I had my dresser stuffed
Boy, it's almost summertime
It's time to turn the pressure up
If the BIN hit wherever
I'll pay however much
You sweating through that fake drip
Oh, you a musty boy, ain't you?
You ain't got no pape' to eat
Oh, you a hungry boy, ain't you?
Six deep in that whip, oh
Y'all some crunchy boys, ain't you?
And that motherfucker old, y'all
Some rusty boys, ain't you?

Man yeah
Oh, you a musty boy, ain't you?
Ayy, ShittyBoyz

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