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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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(Jose the Plug)
Ayy, how the f*ck I end up in the hood?

How the f*ck I end up in the 'burbs with a hoodrat?
Ricky Owens with the zippers, bitch, I'm in my bookbag, come and get schooled
Bitch, take your spend-the-night bag back in the crib
I was out the way, but now I'm back up on the grid
Cuddy in the kitchen with a slab, but not no ribs
Might as well sit down, 'cause when they stand, it's not on biz
Is you scared of money?
Play with mines, I'm on your ass just like a pair of undies
We'll make it rain, when the game ends, storm the field
Unky prayin' that he beats the case and dodge a court appeal
You ain't got a chance to hit my bitch, she too expensive
In here wrestlin' with these pants, you tryna battle through depression
You gotta buy the sauce, do this look like a Free Methodist?
Cut a brick and pull a baby out, I just C-sectioned it
Talk so much shit, talk so much shit
Talk so much shit, I got reminders set to eat peppermints
I done slayed hoes from Telegraph to East Jefferson
Can you beat Militia, pussy? Can you eat beverages?
If you want a job, the requirements three references
Tryna make it last forever, but ain't keep sweatin' it
Ain't no plays on your phone, like, why you keep checkin' it?
Pull up in that white TRX like, "Meet Pegasus"
I gotta jump like I'm tryna dunk to get into the truck
You done got drunk and turned into a munch, you a punk
You a crumb, you a chump, you a bum, you a flunk
Got these lil' hoes suckin', same ones you'd hump
Catch him out in traffic, leave him honkin' with his forehead
You won't hear me, you won't hear me talkin' like my phone dead
We'll paint they block like that bitch on an easel
Tryna get these oranges off, but all the junkies on the needles
I done made over a hundred motion pics, Walt Disney
Yeah, I got some dogs with me, but I ain't gon' toss Frisbees
Finna run it up, it ain't no walk in me
Teeth marks on my goosebumps, the chains frostbit me
Everybody talkin' down like I won't be done bought Ypsi
The whole 48197, 48198
Slide through, just a call, 1-481-9-DRAC
Oh, you want the BIN? well, it's 54819 wait, I can't give it to you
I gotta face all this drank, I can't sip it with you
Ain't no holdin' hands, shit, it's life, I can't live it with you
If you gang, if you slime, I'ma split it with you, I'ma go and get it with you
I'm livin' life, but I'm prepared for death
She gon' blow me, I'ma play her like a clarinet
She just spun you, talkin' 'bout her hair a mess
Best thing I did was turn my hustle up, start carin' less
New crib, who this? New whip, who this?
New blick, who this? New switch, who this?
You need a new bitch, you need a new everything
You need a new kit, at least get some new kicks
You need to beat your ho ass, she sendin' nude pics
R-H-U-D-E, I'm on my rude tip
I'm the reason Ruth Chris out of toothpicks
I'm the reason Somerset out of new drip
You gon' live the same old life 'til you take new risk
Everybody turned they water dirty, this the new Flint
Evian off a V-cut, that's the blueprint
Kavion, BC, Benny, that's a few sticks
My ho Lavagirl, I'm Sharkboy in these blue tints
FakeWatchBuster's on the way, he got a fluke wrist
Had to shoot the Banshee through my coat, that's why the Goose ripped
How the f*ck I'm movin' too slow off of two sips?
I don't sell work, but my left wrist, that's two bricks
Someone find my Lincoln jersey, I'm back on my hoop shit
I'm tryna score buckets
I can have a milli' Midi-chlorians, won't force nothin'
If you ain't start strong, you gotta finish double hard
I done got mines broke, I done tore a couple hearts
Shit, it's all fun and games 'til you see that muzzle spark
Boy, I'm finna push the pedal, like, here come that rumble part (vroom)
Hundred turkey bags, they smellin' like some underarms
Up the glitchy, I ain't shy, I am not the Thunder guard
Man, the spring, fall, winter, and summer ours
Flyin' off an eight of Quagen, damn near playin' bumper cars
ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, long live $cam, you know?

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