Rich Talking
BabyTron, Babyfxce E
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(Helluva made this beat, baby) (If you ain't got a beat from Bam, you don't trap enough) I ain't askin' you to tip your hat (nope) We got every weight class, come and pick your match (come on) Bitch got an attitude, like hold on, fix your act How the f*ck is you a vintage pourer, never sipped no Act'? You ain't really into fast shit, you never drift no 'Cat We know that lil' Charger, better go and tint your Scat GRB enhancement in effect, I bet I get right back O-double-S-L-T, on some shit like that On some shit like that GRB enhancement in effect, I bet I get right back O-double-S-L-T, on some shit like that On some shit like that, on some shit like that Pull up in the 'Cat, they like, "Damn, I want some shit like that" Gave Saks Fifth five thousand so my 'fit like that (nigga) I threw a switch on the Glock, that's why it spit like that He was bein' a class clown on the 'net, the chop dismissed his ass Forgot the Glock up at the crib, I'm finna stick his ass My nigga got more shit up out the pot than a Brillo pad I got my shit and put it up, you would've spent your bag I went to drop some shit for my bitch with her expensive ass Better wear a helmet, cuddy hop out tryna temple tap Lil' brodie took the robber route, he tryna bezel snatch Pull up in that Lam' silent, masked up, Hannibal Lecter Come and buy a 201 from us, we got scannable testers I don't do the most UPS'ing, I'm a casual catcher L after L, now the letter after the annual total Scam master, I can automatic or manual socials F*ck me up sometimes up in the head like I'm actually global Used to barely deuce, it f*ck me up it's a six in the soda On my lone wolf, I buckle down and trip to Minnesota Feelin' like Lonzo on my bullshit Dead guys in the fronto, why ain't the 'Wood lit? Draco hangin' out the poncho, on my hood shit Sellin' red in Chicago on my Bull shit This ain't on half a movie scene, this a full clip Nigga, real shit, yeah, come on Just got another Scat, it's a used one, though Slide down the block by myself usin' cruise control Glock 21, bullets lookin' like some Tootsie Rolls I just got two offers 300K and I refused 'em both, nigga Ayy, who really wanna do it, though? Shots came so fast at his ass, it confused lil' bro, nigga My streams a month look like computer codes Drive T-Rex on somebody grass, lil' nigga, we don't use the roads I got two Glocks, but I ain't use 'em both My shit keep goin' over they heads, man, I think I got a confusing flow These niggas be boostin' like they put me on I done made more money in this rap shit than your student loans Feelin' like Lonzo on my bullshit Dead guys in the fronto, why ain't the 'Wood lit? Draco hangin' out the poncho, on my hood shit Sellin' red in Chicago on my Bull shit
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Written by: Efrem Jamar Blackwell, James Johnson IV, Marqueze Cooper, Martin McCurtis
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