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BabyTron – #CERTIFIED ( Lyrics ) Letra BabyTron SB BabyTron – #CERTIFIED ( Lyrics )
Intro
Fuck, shit, woo, nyah
Hmm, woo, hmm, woo

Verse 1
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 (Fuck, brr)
They gotta switch blocks
Turned the yola 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 fuck? 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
Fuck your baby mama, grab your 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 store for a pop, I’m tryna sip— Uh
Runnin’ in the store for a pop, I’m tryna sip Wock’
Interlude
Nyah, nyah
Uh, fuck
Shit, huh, huh, huh (Hеy)

Verse 2
Pull up on they block and drop a ninety from the right anglе
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 your 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 a 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, fuck hoes, get high (Huh, huh, huh)
Tryna get up in our zone, that’s an uh-uh
Tryna flick a pic’ with bro, that’s an uh-uh
Reachin’ for somethin’ that’s froze? That’s an uh-uh
Certi’ got me in that mode, you hear—
Outro
ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia
Long live $cams
You tripped, Certi’

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BabyTron – Down, Up! ( Lyrics ) Letra BabyTron SB BabyTron – Down, Up! ( Lyrics )

Intro

We’ll now begin the pushup section
Ready? I’m ready
Begin, let’s get it
Down, up, one
Down, up
Yeah, Baby, you did this one

Chorus

Shit, you better get down
Boy, it’s a stick—
Up, three
Time to put your hands down
Time to pick a blick up
Up, four
Actin’ like they stayed down
Whole time, they switched up
Up, five
Spent a long time down
But I spend the rest up
Up, six
Muddy six put me down
But the Yerc’ woke me up
Up, seven
Everything upside down
Like, was down really up?
Up, eight
On the top, lookin’ down
Y’all gon’ have to get it up
Up, nine
Heard that dawg was talkin’ down
Seen his whip and lit it up
Up

Verse

I was bad as hell, I probably smoked my first blunt at
Eleven
Ain’t shit changed, boy, you know it’s fuck
Twelve
I need a trey out the pint, I’ll sell you a
Thirteen
Alright, let me stop bullshitting, what pushup is this?
Fourteen
It’s only one way from down
And that’s up
Up, sixteen
If the shit goes down
Guarantee, we pick it up
Up, seventeen
If I’m ever feelin’ down
Bitch, the zaddy, lift me up,
Up, eighteen
That’s when I started to chase dreams
Up, nineteen
The last time I had a Sprite clean
Up, twenty
That’s how old I was when I got real money
Up, twenty-one
Down, up
Up, twenty-two
Catch him while the price down
‘Cause we know it’s goin’ up
Up, twenty-three
Tell her, “Put that face down”
Tell her, “Toot that ass up”
Up, twenty-four
Heard the boys tracked him
Hope he put that bag up
Up, twenty-five
Lay down or stay down
Get your soul snatched up
Up, twenty-six
Double that, stay down
Shit, it’s time to stack up
Up, twenty-seven
I know how it feel down
I know how it feel up
Up, twenty-eight
Turn that bullshit down
Unless it’s us, turn it up
Up, twenty-nine
I can turn a bitch down
I can turn a bitch up
Up, thirty
No hat
Try and add me up, bitch, the fit cost
Thirty-one
Try and add me up, bitch, a pendant cost
Thirty-two
We get the bowls for fifteen, we get ‘em all for
Thirty-three
The most dominant, I feel like Shaq in the
Thirty-four

Bridge

It ain’t shit to do these pushups, I know I’m skinny
But you see, I got two pair of buffs on
ShittyBoyz, DogShit Militia
Long live $cam
Down, up
Thirty-eight
Down, up, nah
Thirty-nine
Down, up
Forty
Down, up
Forty-one, ayy
Down, up

Chorus

Shit, you better get down
Boy, it’s a stick—
Up, forty-three
Time to put your hands down
Time to pick a blick up
Up, forty-four
Actin’ like they stayed down
Whole time, they switched up
Up, forty-five
Spent a long time down
But I spend the rest up
Up, forty-six
Muddy six put me down
But the Yerc’ woke me up
Up, forty-seven
Everything upside down
Like, was down really up?
Up, forty-eight
On the top, lookin’ down
Y’all gon’ have to get it up
Up, forty-nine
Heard that dawg was talkin’ down
Seen his whip and lit it up
Yeah, Baby, you did this one
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BabyTron – Kai Cenat / Old Days ( Lyrics Lyrics) (feat. Luh Tyler) Letra BabyTron SB BabyTron – Kai Cenat / Old Days ( Lyrics Lyrics) (feat. Luh Tyler)
Part I: Kai Cenat
Intro: BabyTron

Whew
Huh, hey
Granny think that I’m an angel, I—

Verse 1: BabyTron & Luh Tyler

Granny think that I’m an angel, I was born with horns
I be ballin’ on these young boys, you niggas corns
How ironic that I’m drippin’, came from in the storm
You can tell he ain’t a shooter, just look at his form
You can tell he go to school, probably in his dorm
Me and Tron in MIA swervin’ in a foregin
Big body on Collins Ave, come and hear her roar
This bitch ain’t even tryna shake no ass, kick her out, she borin’

Verse 2: Luh Tyler & BabyTron

(Gang)
I’m with Tron in the booth goin’ back to back
Niggas cappin’ in they raps, goin’ hat for hat
I be smokin’ out the bowl, lets go pack for pack
Pull it out and up yo’ roll, let’s go rack for rack
Bustdown rollie avalanche, just like Kai Cenat
Only hit the bitch one time, I won’t call her back
Get the head and then I cut the strings, I can’t get attached
Only right it’s me, Certy and Pat, we chillin’ in the trap
So many racks, why my pockets fat, they can’t get no chill
Baby see my cuban now she tryna fuck, this bitch a gold digger
Palm Angels Moncler collab, watch the coat glitter
It’s gon’ be a hot summer, it’s gon’ be a cold winter
(On Gang)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Whew, whew)

Verse 3: Luh Tyler & BabyTron

Don’t bring yo’ ho to my show, you might get yo’ bitch hit
Million dollar deals on the table, I’m a rich kid
My nigga tryna put that brrt on a nigga biscuit
Don’t try to go against the guys, boy, you don’t wanna risk it
I know if I miss the shot, Tyler got the tip in
Better duck, better get low, my shooter split wigs
Catch you walkin’ out the door, we don’t wanna hit cribs
A million dollar shit, check it off off my wishlist

Part II: Old Days

Intro: BabyTron & Luh Tyler

Ayy, SBDSM
Long live the scam
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Skee

Chorus: Luh Tyler

Now they see Luh Tyler at the top, they like “No way”
Pocket full of guap, it ain’t nothin’ like the old days
Niggas see us, we be fresher than a bitch like its Colgate
It just ain’t ‘cause we rich, give a fuck ‘bout what a ho say
They see Luh Tyler at the top, they like “No way”
Pocket full of guap, it ain’t nothin’ like the old days
Niggas see us, we be fresher than a bitch like its Colgate
It just ain’t ‘cause we rich, give a fuck ‘bout what a ho say

Vese 1: Luh Tyler

Get a look at them bands in my safe, you might pass out
Pull up to the party and we back in, we don’t back out
Young nigga, I’ma bring them racks in, I’m a cash cow
I don’t like when niggas get to actin’ funny like they class clowns
Take a nigga bitch then treat her like a blunt, she get passed ‘round
Niggas cappin’ out here pullin’ stunts, sit yo’ ass down
Talkin’ ‘bout money, nigga, know I got a bunch, bring them racks out
Many niggas, they be fake and all they like to do is cap now
All these niggas do is cap, man, go and get ya hat
Pull up in that coupe like Batman, nigga, it’s all black
She a eater just like Pacman, nigga, that’s a gnat
I’ma get up in them racks and nigga thats a fact
Nigga, I’ma get up, chase that dough, do that on the daily
Bitch my name ain’t Captain-Save-A-Ho, I can’t do no savin’
Man I heard they tryna book me for a show, man, they gotta pay me
Everyday we chasin’ money on the road, niggas really lazy

Chorus: Luh Tyler & BabyTron

Now they see Luh Tyler at the top, they like “No way”
Pocket full of guap, it ain’t nothin’ like the old days
Niggas see us, we be fresher than a bitch like its Colgate
It just ain’t ‘cause we rich, give a fuck ‘bout what a ho say
They see Luh Tyler at the top, they like “No way”
Pocket full of guap, it ain’t nothin’ like the old days
Niggas see us, we be fresher than a bitch like its Colgate
It just ain’t ‘cause we rich, give a fuck ‘bout what a ho say (Hey, hey)

Verse 2: BabyTron

Give a fuck ‘bout what a ho think
Lil’ bitch all up on my woody, call her Bo Peep
Grind equals no sleep (Grind equals no sleep)
Final drive down six, fuck around and go deep
Rockstar lifestyle, viewer discretion advised
Had to blow the whistle, doggy knew not to step on the line
When it’s said and done, bet I was super ahead of my time
You gon’ feel the vibe flip when them shooters steppin’ inside
I can’t miss a flight, nah, I do ‘em a step at a time
Catch me coolin’ off a deuce, like dude, that’s a regular high
Baby bottles ‘round like I’m a pops, we just measurin’ lines
Knew I was the one, I brought it back any regular time
Me and Luh Tyler from the mitten down to Florida
All this gold got me feelin’ godly, givin’ out a Nora
White boy, Kyle Herder, catch me scorin’ out in Georgia
Eyes low, still’ll whip them fans out like Kimora
Out explorin’, got my Apple Maps open like I’m Dora
Ended up in Spain, I’m out here spendin’ Euros in Zamora
Lil’ bitch ain’t got no morals, pulled up on me, gave me oral
Cuddy off too many drugs right now, he think that he immortal
I done overdid the shrooms, think I’m sinkin’ through a portal
Slidin’ in the ghost, I guess the activity paranormal
Why they hatin’ on us? Got it out the mud like some ogres
Heard they still nappin’ on me, wake ‘em up like some Folgers
You can try and fuck me over, DSM, I’m with some soldiers
Streets chilly than a bitch but my holdin’ set was colder
Star player, catch a body, bet I’m still gon’ sell some posters
Up and down, up and down, life really a roller coaster
Get a bitch, remote control ‘er
You ain’t sell no tickets, now you a promoter
Sittin’ on the rim from when we had us no exposure
Off an oxycodone, boy, my shooter low composure
Do a driveby, blow the motor
Blowin’ zotty, I can’t stop because the sherrifs know the odor
All that actin’ like the plug, boy, cut it out, I know the grower
Life gon’ try to stop you at the rim, but I’m gon’ throw up floaters
Is that kid gon’ hit the bucket when the team up on his shoulders?

Chorus: Luh Tyler

Now they see Luh Tyler at the top, they like “No way”
Pocket full of guap, it ain’t nothin’ like the old days
Niggas see us, we be fresher than a bitch like its Colgate
It just ain’t ‘cause we rich, give a fuck ‘bout what a ho say
They see Luh Tyler at the top, they like “No way”
Pocket full of guap, it ain’t nothin’ like the old days
Niggas see us, we be fresher than a bitch like its Colgate
It just ain’t ‘cause we rich, give a fuck ‘bout what a ho say
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BabyTron & BLP KOSHER – IRL ( Lyrics ) Letra BabyTron SB BabyTron & BLP KOSHER – IRL ( Lyrics )
Intro: BabyTron
(Damn, Ty, you made this bitch too? The fuck got into you?)
Nyah, nyah
Phew, hey
We’ll pull up with a— phew
Pull up with a— ayy

Verse: BabyTron & BLP KOSHER
Pull up with a shrink ray and turn him to a molecule
I’ll go back and forth with Tron, but we’ll still let them choppers deul
What I’m smoking give me jetlag, I smell like rocket fuel
Jitterbug dykin’, I had that strap on me in summer school
Doggy bone a burger, on the menu, he a number two
We always on time, I fuck with Ja, but won’t follow a rule
You a fucking cyber champ, like, what you got IRL?
He tried to pull up on the Dreidel Man, he tore his ACL
Caught a clotheslinе from Hell, cuddy turned to JBL
They knockеd my sandcastle down, I left ‘em lookin’ ‘round for shells
Grindelwald, Expelliarmus, in here cookin’ up a spell
Shabbat night live on the block, this ain’t SNL
Found out that your wifey on me, got you postin’, “FML”
Me and Tron sippin’ Pinot Grigio, I used to sip Propel
Vernors with a hint of Stilpane, I spiked my ginger ale
I ain’t French, but I’m gon’ give them boys sauce, bechamel
I don’t do disloyalty, won’t change up at a wishing well
Just in time, my cup runneth over, I’m talking Holy Grail
I’m a starter, you be playin’ roles, somethin’ like Tony Snell
I’m going AWOL, nationwide, not for sale
Free my unky, gave him extra time, he fightin’ cops in jail
If he dissin’, push him down the stairs, Thrasher Bust or Bail
Face card scorchin’, jewelry frozen, my life lukewarm
Nat grabbin’ on my Jew locs like they bull horns
If we catch him talkin’ to the pigs, turn him to pulled pork
Still ain’t eat no bacon ever since I hit it with the fork
On a quest, I take the ‘Wood, Elijah, Gelato Papaya
I kicked the door, but left it open for prophet Elijah
She a snake, got venomous saliva, won’t touch that vagina
She put the meat right on the plate and this ain’t jambalaya
Feelin’ blessed, but leave it to the fans, they call me Jugg Messiah
American Idol, we carry shit, no need to ask Mariah
Faded in your city, countin’ racks, I guess I’m matchin’ Tyga
I might buy my mom a motherfuckin’ mansion in Vizcaya
Leave a bitch mind blown, no bazooka in her medulla
Jumpin’ off the stage in MIA, but I am not Pouya
Quarter in the leaf, got me stoned like I seen Medusa
Florida boy forever, burn the wick, ooh, barracuda
Set up shop in college towns, it’s Lansing, then to Tuscaloosa
Chopper send him into the abyss, don’t speak on Bermuda
We’ll put a shell up on his back, turn him to King Koopa
In the Caribbean, roll the opps in Dutches, this is not Aruba
Off the water, you might catch me out with Pac in Cuba
Still dead flies, but he couldn’t hurt a fly like a Buddha
Opps cheesier than gouda, if it’s smoke, pass me the hookah
Bless your heart in Tennessee, this chopper came from Chattanooga
Rollin’ up an instrument, the zotti louder than a tuba
I would rob a cougar just to go and buy a pair of Pumas
Me and Kosher in the jungle like Timon and Pumba
I’m with A&Rs eatin’ tartar, but I don’t fuck with tuna
You a worker, I’m like Schwarzenegger, don’t get terminated
Death row, I’m bitin’ all the opps, I’m an alligator
When it’s time to serve out beef, your pussy ass a salad maker
Nonpareils on my toast for all the times I pulled a caper
When it comes to profit, we ain’t playin’, where’s the calculator?
I’m steppin’ on ‘em for a good cause, I’m an advocator
Touchdown in Atlanta, bitches thinkin’ I’m a Falcons player
It’s raining men, now it’s raining blood, we some fucking slayers
Outro
Water, ayy, ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia and the Dreidel Gang
Water, ayy, yeah, uh, yeah, yeah
Water, ayy, ayy

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BabyTron – Down, Up! ( Lyrics ) Letra BabyTron SB BabyTron – Down, Up! (Lyrics)
We’ll now begin the pushup section
Ready? I’m ready
Begin, let’s get it
Down, up, one
Down, up
Yeah, Baby, you did this one

Shit, you better get down
Boy, it’s a stick-
Up, three

Time to put your hands down
Time to pick a blick up
Up, four

Actin’ like they stayed down
Whole time, they switched up
Up, five

Spent a long time down
But I spend the rest up
Up, six

Muddy six put me down
But the Yerc’ woke me up
Up, seven

Everything upside down
Like, was down really up?
Up, eight

On the top, lookin’ down
Y’all gon’ have to get it up
Up, nine

Heard that dawg was talkin’ down
Seen his whip and lit it up
Up

I was bad as hell, I probably smoked my first blunt at
Eleven

Ain’t shit changed, boy, you know it’s fuck
Twelve

I need a trey out the pint, I’ll sell you a
Thirteen

Alright, let me stop bullshitting, what pushup is this?
Fourteen

It’s only one way from down
And that’s up
Up, sixteen

If the shit goes down
Guarantee, we pick it up
Up, seventeen

If I’m ever feelin’ down
Bitch, the zaddy, lift me up,
Up, eighteen

That’s when I started to chase dreams
Up, nineteen

The last time I had a Sprite clean
Up, twenty

That’s how old I was when I got real money
Up, twenty-one

Down, up
Up, twenty-two

Catch him while the price down
‘Cause we know it’s goin’ up
Up, twenty-three

Tell her, “Put that face down”
Tell her, “Toot that ass up”
Up, twenty-four

Heard the boys tracked him
Hope he put that bag up
Up, twenty-five

Lay down or stay down
Get your soul snatched up
Up, twenty-six

Double that, stay down
Shit, it’s time to stack up
Up, twenty-seven

I know how it feel down
I know how it feel up
Up, twenty-eight

Turn that bullshit down
Unless it’s us, turn it up
Up, twenty-nine

I can turn a bitch down
I can turn a bitch up
Up, thirty

No hat
Try and add me up, bitch, the fit cost
Thirty-one

Try and add me up, bitch, a pendant cost
Thirty-two

We get the bowls for fifteen, we get ‘em all for
Thirty-three

The most dominant, I feel like Shaq in the
Thirty-four

It ain’t shit to do these pushups, I know I’m skinny
But you see, I got two pair of buffs on
ShittyBoyz, DogShit Militia
Long live $cam
Down, up
Thirty-eight

Down, up, nah
Thirty-nine

Down, up
Forty

Down, up
Forty-one, ayy

Down, up

Shit, you better get down
Boy, it’s a stick-
Up, forty-three

Time to put your hands down
Time to pick a blick up
Up, forty-four

Actin’ like they stayed down
Whole time, they switched up
Up, forty-five

Spent a long time down
But I spend the rest up
Up, forty-six

Muddy six put me down
But the Yerc’ woke me up
Up, forty-seven

Everything upside down
Like, was down really up?
Up, forty-eight

On the top, lookin’ down
Y’all gon’ have to get it up
Up, forty-nine

Heard that dawg was talkin’ down
Seen his whip and lit it up
Yeah, Baby, you did this one

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BabyTron – Stutter Flow ( Lyrics ) Letra BabyTron SB BabyTron – Stutter Flow Lyrics
Verse

Lil’ d-d-dime bitch match the blick, this a ten milli’
How the? How the fuck you still ain’t seen a ten, silly?
Gave her d-d-d-d-dope dick, you’d think it’s fentyn’
When I, when I, when I say I got that toolie, ain’t no wrench with me
DSM, th-th-throw it up, I got a M with me
Still, still strugglin’ to pay it, got your rent with me
B-b-bitch ain’t never tried to help me stack it, but’ll spend with me
A-a-ask how much sauce is, like it depends, really
I can’t, I can’t even have you ‘round if you won’t bend with me
Lil’ c-cuddy pull up, chop it up like watch him vent with me
Still, still ain’t seen a dub, I just know you can’t comprehend shit
And my wrist sick, this bit-, bitch need a check-up
You on some, you on some lil’ girl shit, you need to step up
I’ma call you m-m-m-m-mustard, man, you need to catch up
Rubber, rubber, rubber, rubber, rubber band and I can’t let up
Time to turn my flex up, make a d-d-dub and put a ten up
Pull up with that d-d-d-d-d-d, better keep your head up
Shit, damn, man, I, I think it’s time to turn your flex up
V-voom, v-voom, v-v-vroom, I just fucked the ‘Vette up
I forgot this, I forgot the whip wasn’t manual
He only, only win once a year, that shit annual
You could, you could switch teams, won’t matter, you ain’t valuable
You can’t, you can’t even tell I took the Drac’, I’m acting casual
Th-th-this my stutter flow, tap the button, watch it stutter, ho
B-b-bitch, you not sis, I ain’t finna play the brother role
F-f-flyin’ in a UF, UFO, this bitch in hover mode
G-g-geek streakin’, g-g-geek streakin’, spent the summer blowed
P-p-plug brought that bullshit, I asked him, “Where’s the other ‘bow?”
I’ll leave, leave him wide open, but he jumper broke
Mon-Moncler, Goosie, and the Dior puffer coat
Why, why they still hatin’? Like I really, really wonder, bro
Ice-ice-ice-ice cream diamonds look like Custard Co
All that play-playin’ with my pape’, this shit’ll get the buster bust
I got play-plays to make, ask the bitch is we gon’ fuck or what?
I-I got plays to make, I asked is she gon’ suck or what?
I-I got plays to make, I asked is she gon’ cum or what?
L-l-li, l-l-life short, is you havin’ fun or what?
We, we’ll turn your zone into a war, you got your gun or what?
Do-do you got enough for another run or what?
Doo, doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo, I got that fucker tucked
R-r-rolled up the pantry in my ‘Wood, this a Gushers blunt
Do you? Do you? Do you got a dub or what?
Do you? Do you? Do you got a plug or what?
A-ask the drank man like, “Do you got some mud or what?”
A-ask the Zotti man like, “You got bud or what? Crud or what?”
Uh-uh, uh-uh, I’m headed up and up
You a, you a d-d-dumb-dumb out here trustin’ sluts
Bitch, you better bundle up
J-j-juice man like OJ, you think that one cup’s enough?
A-a-asked the bitch like, “You think that one nut’s enough?”
C-c-cops askin’ if I know somethin’, it wasn’t us or nothin’
I got-, I got Alzheimer’s, I don’t really remember
I’m on p-p-pace for eight figures, make two-fifty December
Glick, glick glitchin’, shootin’ two switchies together
Outro

Sh-Sh-Shitty Boyz, D-D-Dog Shit Militia

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BabyTron – RNF ( Lyrics) Letra BabyTron SB BabyTron – RNF ( Lyrics)
You’re not makin’ this easy, Kyle

Nose runnin’, shit, I shouldn’t of took a break from juice
Double, triple, quadruple, shit, I made a eight from two
Nose runnin’, shit, I shouldn’t of took a break from juice
Double, triple, quadruple, shit, I made a eight from two

Tryna tell me game, but I’m hip like a femur
Black and white Bathing Ape fully zipped, I’m a lemur
ARP got some kick, make him twitch like a streamer
Got the drop from his rental plug, we tryna find the Bimmer
Actin’ like Lil Baby, that don’t work, you got four pockets flat
Ironic brodie caught it, when he hit him, doggy dropped his hat
Skinnies with the ripped, zombified like I got attacked
Life a movie script, but I promise I am not a act
Got the case dropped without a scratch, that’s an Otterbox
Cuddy should’ve copped a cooling kit, he got the chopper hot
Do my shooters shoot? That’s like asking if a locker lock
Caught a play in Syracuse and stopped at the copper top
Get his dog dropped with one button like a shock collar
Eyes low as fuck, but the za’, I pay top dollar
One, two, skip a few, ninety-nine, one hundred
I’m a baller, got my overall to ninety-nine from nothin’
Diamonds on my neck, they water, boy, Bobby Boucher
Had a Stilpane weekend, it’s a Wocky Tuesday
By 2025, I’m tryna sell out Little Caesars
BabyTron, you know me, posted with two middle fingers
Being poor an illness and you don’t need a diagnostic
If you seen me running, must’ve also seen a flyin’ ostrich
Mad I used to call dog my dawg, but really, he a pussy
Acting like he ball on Hall of Fame, really, he a rookie
Before I shroom up, grab my passport, I’m finna trip
Nose runny as a bitch, it take some Tris, need a sip, I’m feeling sick (You’re not makin’ this easy, Kyle)

Nose runnin’, shit, I shouldn’t of took a break from juice
Double, triple, quadruple, shit, I made a eight from two
Nose runnin’, shit, I shouldn’t of took a break from juice
Double, triple, quadruple, shit, I made a eight from two

If life was Roblox, you ain’t got no fuckin’ Robux
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BabyTron – Mr. Hanky (Official Audio) Lyrics
[Intro]
Rizzy got the heat
You’re not making this easy, Kyle

[Chorus]
Heard they tried to take me as the nice guy, nice try
Double A twelve, pulled up, turned his block into Five Guys
I got hippie guns, gallery department tie dye
Real life spaceships, we ain’t livin’ sci-fi
I can tell she wanna fuck doin’ all that side-eyein’
[Verse]
You try and take a half a dollar from me, you gon’ die tryin’
Off an oxy hittin’ stains, bitch I feel like Billy Mays
Million dollar game, yeah I’m the king, I’m in my gilly phase
I’m the shit like Mr. Hanky
Shoot the .38 with both hands, the trigger janky
Hangin’ out the window if it’s issues, I ain’t goin on a rant
Two grams short of half in the slabs, Za Morant
Scratchin’ opps off the list, that shit like stompin’ ants
Shit, I knew the brick was fake, shit ain’t even got a stamp
Mountain Dew on lava lamp, if he high, ain’t gotta camp
Number one contender, put me in the ring, go drop the champ
Lil’ brodie manned up and volunteered to hit the ten
One hoe getting boring, tell that bitch to bring a friend
Serenede jeans stack, these are not no RTA’s
Fuck a ARP, I pull up, clear the scene with RTK
This life shit up and down, kinda like a see-saw
Aston Martin with the horses, pull off in the yee-haw
Throw your album in the dumpster, that shit sounded weak sauce
Every cart of the day, I can’t take no weeks off
Every day of the calendar
I’m pickin’ up what you put down like I got scavenger
I ain’t got no shame in my game, Frank Gallagher
Why they count me out? I shot the work, supreme chancellor
Hundred in the clip, twenty-five each, ‘cause he ridin’ around with three passengers
Shit, R.I.P. them
Put a band on his head like he Big Ben
Could’ve put a hundred on him, shooter owe me though
Him Duncan, face card hot, San Antonio
Jerome Bettis, what you gon’ get that Rollie for?
Doggy barely steppin’, what the fuck you got, some polio?
Toronto shows sold out, we look like OVO
Loubie’s they don’t [?], cut it with the bullshit
I ain’t even have to aim with this full clip
Drop a fifty on this shit like the new LUCKI
Cut the traction, this bitch spinnin’ like a dune buggy
High as hell, my juice muddy
2017, the scam page was catching imbeciles
All the hate you doin’, try to meet me at the pinnacle
The baddest kid in school, now I got more pape’ than my principle
(ShittyBoyz, DogShitMilitia, you know what the fuck goin’ on)
[Chorus]
Heard they tried to take me as the nice guy, nice try
Double A twelve, pulled up, turned his block into Five Guys
I got hippie guns, gallery department tie dye
Real life spaceships, we ain’t livin’ sci-fi
I can tell she wanna fuck doin’ all that side-eyein’
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