Spidey-Senses
BabyTron
BabyTron
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(Enrgy made this one) Hey Quarter ticket on me, no need to exaggerate It's the middle of the week, but it's feeling like a Saturday You ain't got no pull, I'm known from Maine down to Santa Fe Running up my accolades, tell a bitch to act her age Couldn't even hide that he was slimy, dog a rattlesnake Shit I'm too schooled on the streets, I had to graduate Tension in the air, we see the opps, make 'em evaporate Sipping dirty Mardi Gras, them robbers make a masquerade You a dirty bum, don't make me break down and elaborate Coulda went and grabbed a normal foreign, tryna stack a Wraith We ain't giving extra .1s, let it calibrate Life ain't a fairy tale, the villains be victorious Shit I'm thumbing through a book, I got more pape than a historian F*ck around and fly the whip around, you think it's a DeLorean He won't come outside the crib, stay in the house, he just be Coryin' Jefe knocking patients down with scripts, Dr. Kevorkian Dub, dub, dub, dub, this year has been glorious German source on Discord he got me speaking Sorbian On the road with fire slides and punches, just like scorpion All that rah-rah you talking, it don't un-lame you Shooters they been practicing, gon' f*ck around and gun range you You been M-I-A, shit you must be out of luck, ain't you? Ask a bitch like, "If I up this roll you gon' f*ck ain't you?" Part time hustle comes with part time results When I pop a P it's like Bruce Banner turning Hulk Shit I feel my Spidey-Senses tingling, spinning the McLaren All the horsies in the trunk, you think the whip came with a carriage Belt to ass, see the opps and whip them like they parents Wedding cake touch, plug text, like it's time for marriage All these stores letting me down, might catch a flight to Paris Know you see this jewelry on my neck, don't strain an eye from staring Yeah my pain deep, but my bag deeper Told the plug pull up with loud, he came through tryna blast speakers If I like it, I'ma grab it, I am not a tag reader Shit he running out of miles, just go check his gas meter Catching bricks, glass cleaner Where I'm at, grass greener Said he sent a hundred mutts, but shooting with his bad finger SIG SAUER with the long nose, like an anteater Tryna add me up, someone go please go grab the math teacher Shit f*ck Finna geek up like we at the Comic Con Every time I see her I get ate (eight) call her octagon How I took off in this foreign whip, you think I shot to prom I can't give the new punch site, that bitch bomb.com Hundred ounce of retro red, it's finna get nostalgic Smoking California in Miami, but the kicks Italian Militia vibes, you catch a hat, and you gon' get medallions Gang be running her like errands, why you think that bitch a stallion We ain't gotta check dog, he gon' self guard Dee got the LMG, he tryna hit your health bar You still probably rocking Roc, this some Hellstar Punch work so fire it might melt cards I can't tell you where we working at, location unknown I'm a rapper, let the ARP sing all the love songs We gon' make it flood, throw it up 'til the club close (ShittyBoyz, Dogshit Militia) Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn, damn Shit, shit, shit, shit, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, damn
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