Mr. Miyagi
BabyTron
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You did your thing with this bitch, Hokatiwi Swear to God phew, ayy (It's Hokatiwi) phew, ayy Ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz 223s knock the dealer's name Off your license plate I'ma put it in the basket Every time I isolate When you really winning It be hard for them to hide the hate Widebody, I'ma drop a hundred if The side get scraped contaminated pop I might turn into a fucking mutant Scam star, I don't sell crack I make puncher music (Scam star) Showboat, bitch, I can never ever underdo it P90, take the muzzle off It sound like thunder booming Ski mask rocker I ain't never been a robber though I just pull it down, jam the chip Then I gotta go (I'm out of here) 2016, probably had a ham on the phone (yeah) Summer 2020, was in Cali' Out there copping 'bows I was tripping, asked the plug Do he take EDD? Talking 'bout valid, never had a green CVV (Lame) eating off the self-scan I ain't talking EBT it ain't no selection Told the clerk he gotta Fiji me Name brand everything You know the water gotta match Put my dick in your bitch mouth And told her swallow that Finna start acting bougie Thousand for a follow back Big Russian Cream, nah, I Don't do the frontos, jack Got the magic touch like Mister Miyagi Real hustler, shit up in my blood That shit in my body Lil' candy apple Faygo Finna hit it with some Wocky If I call the mafia They'll pull up tripping with some Tommies Bro bloated, if the telly hitting Whip-Its in the lobby Wave starter, not wave rider Dripping like tsunami Real punch god 'cause with these bitches I'm so godly (Punch god) 762s hit his dreads Them bitches look like Takis So I guess he a hothead top one or three I ain't satisfied with top ten It was just a cream soda How the f*ck the pop red? (How the f*ck?) Unky said he gon' come back Or he gon' drop dead called Dorien He told me pull up on the boulevard Now I'm shooting east too hot Trunk full of cards I don't know what y'all do to opps But we bully ours real Cookies pack You can smell it when the Cookie spark (Real Cookie) chrome Heart hoodie, bitch Don't start with me (Chrome Heart) Four of Keisha got me smacked Like a car hit me Teacher seen me out like, "You a star Jimmy" (You a star) But back in school You ain't never see the smart in me (I swear to God) we six deep with six Chopsticks like it's TDM (Hitmen) Know some real east side killers repping VDM (Van Dyke) Two forty plus? That's a ShittyBoyz BPM The old me always know that one Day I'd see me ten (yeah) Please don't make me talk about nine Real roadrunner, getting active on a Route 9 No cap, I75, heading south now Stan hopping out the tinted Jeep With the pow pow Boy, you better crouch and take cover Oh, her credit good? Like, shit I'm 'bout to fake love her Donny Bands pulling up from deep He got a Dame jumper (That's my dog) It's a new glitch, bitch I'm finna have a great summer Shooting from the city down to Indi' like I'm Edmond Sumner Doo doo doo doo, that's the weapon stutter No equities with all this money Go invest in something finna turn it up Gang and them made me press the button You was at the mall for ten Hours and you left with nothing (Lame) Twenty-five for the verse The adlibs an extra hundred all off the top I ain't have to use a pen for nothing (Off-top) when I was broke, we was Fam, why you acting jealous, cousin? (Why?) this a 2021, you do not wanna race Yeezy 350s, wear 'em loose I don't want 'em laced My bitch talking 'bout "Pass the 'Wood" I just want her face (I can't) shaq talking 'bout "Buy a zip" I just want an eighth (Come on, Shaq) Getting off, this ain't nothing new Been doing this forever (Forever) It's a sunny day Walk up in the strip and switch the weather Full court all year You can catch us with the pressure Put my bitch in Triple S She my lil' stepper six figure whip, bitch The longsleeve a Caddy truck She gon' lose count if she ever Try to add me up BabyTron broke this and that That shit crack me up You just post pics with that strap You ain't actually tough Fans see me out, said "You was tripping on that Yachty album" He tried to run away, silly wabbit Point a shotty at him It's his fault we had to body bag him They wouldn't run it up if you Threw a fucking joggy at 'em (Lame) Where I'm at? Probably card cracking Shooter getting shots in before The coach start practice I ain't see the plug in a minute, like "Why you start taxing?" (Why?) Lil' bitch couldn't last one Round like March Madness Ha ha, yeah (Huh, ayy) ayy Y'all can't f*ck with me This is nothing new though come on now Ayy ayy Ayy ayy Ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz
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