#CERTIFIED
BabyTron
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F*ck, shit, woo, nyah Hmm, woo, hmm, woo You walkin' 'round with a point to prove, boy, don't get popped Huh, yeah, haha You walkin' 'round with a point to prove Boy, don't get shot (f*ck, brrp), they gotta switch blocks Turned the yo to Harden, then I slap it like it's Chris Rock Japanese bitch, keep a Glock, plus, she kickbox We'll turn 'em Man, what the f*ck? Hell nah (what are those?) We'll turn them big ass boots to some flip-flops Two Glocks, thirty shots, wrapped him like a gift shop F*ck yo' baby mama, grab yo' son then do a TikTok They gon' have to call the (woo) We done left this bitch hot (woo) Worse than the hoes-ass boy, how you dick hop When it rain, it pours, when I walk out, I'ma drip-drop Runnin' in the sto' for a pop, I'm tryna sip (uh) Runnin' in the sto' for a pop, I'm tryna sip Wock' Nyah, nyah Uh, f*ck Shit, hmm, hmm, hmm (hey) Pull up on they block and drop a ninety from the right angle With them slimy guys, them grimy guys, don't let your ice dangle Trippin' off the shrooms, like, "Why my eyes create a triangle?" Woo, woo You a Captain Save-A-Ho, I'm the bad guy If we catch him stealin', burn his body while his hands tied Dsm, the go's the go, bitch, we the franchise Deep in my bag, I'm lookin' like I'm tryna grab fry Bitch, where's yo' friends? Need the yerky, where's the tens? Need a script, where's the meds? Back to y'all, where's the bed? When I'm 'round the hoes, my favorite question always, "Where's the head?" I can't go in public no more, I ain't got nowhere to spend Opps stayin' out the way, so we ain't got nowhere to bend Shit, just put it on the floor and send the lo' on where to send Actin' like he on the run, he just goin' nowhere again Arguin' with my ho late at night, I don't know where I been Bitch, bye Hundred shots, now his titi cryin', it's a fish fry Me and Certi' dumpin' out the window, let us get by On the road, doin' shows, f*ck hoes, get high (Huh, huh, huh) Tryna get up in our zone? That's a uh-uh Tryna flick a pic' with bro? That's a uh-uh Reachin' for somethin' that's froze? That's a uh-uh Certi' got me in that mode, you hear Shittyboyz, Dog Shit Militia Long live $cam You tripped, Certi'
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Written by: James Edward Johnson II
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