★ Intro: Bamondabeat & Helluva Beats ★ If you ain't got a beat from Bam, y'ont trap enough Helluva made this beat, baby
★ Verse: ★ Shit, I'm tryna' land, I gotta' find a helicopter pad All these baby bottles, probably thinkin', "Where the toddlers at?" Why the fuck this bitch think she a dime wit' her copper ass? DSM Lieutenants send a blitz, they hit back, "Roger that" Diamonds dancin', ain't no light trick, mirage, or a ❲?❳ A kid without a whip or a crib, like shit, what's more confusing? ❲?❳ and some cocaina, TeeTee snore right through it Let me know if it's really some beef, gon' put my fork right through it Treatin' the Drac' like a plank of wood, yeah, I'ma 4-by-2 it Wrestlin' wit' my sleep, "Hacksaw" Jim Duggan Earlier than breakfast, I'll knock the jam off his muffin It's 16 of y'all wit' one pipе, y'all can't all ❲?❳ sumn' Think we even, dawg thе Headless Horseman, he done lost his pumpkin Telegrammin' with the scam, we wake up, watch the sauce get flooded Buddy conversatin', shut the fuck up, 'less you talkin' hunnids He ain't hit a shot or score forever, must've lost the bucket
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★ Verse 2: ★ Brodie got new F&N, he clutchin' like the game endin' (3, 2-) Yo' mans ballin' up his fist up in Heaven since you put him on that fake pendant Heard yo' tape and you ain't say shit like a blank message First place vibes, gold medal, I can't take second Haha, yeah Just got a new crib built, the only time I ever been window shoppin' Cuddy get up close wit' stick and then he whisper, "Flip yo' pockets" Wear a helmet, stop, drop, and roll, or we gon' hit yo' noggin How the fuck you middleman, ❲?❳ ain't even get no profit Shit look like a villain, lips zipped, they really big on gossip Four tweak tools, ❲?❳ my geek kit on toxic Pull up hooded up wit' white sticks on, look like the Grand Wizard Wood Russian Drac', he shot that bitch and gave my hands splinters (Brrr) Choppa' wit' the zoom, I'm on the Seven hittin' opps on Grand River ★ Break: ★ Think he fuckin' wit' the gang, the pussy boy delusional Wake up, get fly, get high, the usual Moo Shu in the booth, bitch, I'm a fire spitter Still catchin' the bus to go to work, boy, I'm a tire spinner
★ Verse 3: ★ Fiend text me "Virgil," 'cause she snort coke Leave yo' bitch on me, gon' leave her wit' a sore throat Try to battle wit' the G.O.A.T., but look boy, yo' sword broke Stop talkin' to me, bitch, yo' crib cost my wardrobe
BabyTron - Mush Smush {Intro: BabyTron & Margot Robbie} Ooh, shit, that's a Danny G beat (Crackhouse) Stop flexin' your muscles, Jordan Get the fuck out the way Damn,
BabyTron - Letters (hokatiwi) Yeahh {verse 1} This a letter to the money, dear moola, shit i love you Damn with my back against the wall i know i that can trust you I might take
BabyTron - Elevated Lames actin for they gram they deserve an oscar (yes) Hunnit bucks for a meal got a thankful lobster (yes) Punch shit in the mall feeling like a boxer Was down on my ass stood up and
BabyTron - RNF {intro} You're not makin' this easy, kyle {chorus} Nose runnin', shit, i shouldn't of took a break from juice Double, triple, quadruple,
BabyTron - Luh Tyler Flow {Intro} Whew, ayy I had lil' boy money, had to go and grow up Ayy, she got bomb head on her, but I still won't go and blow her phone up
BabyTron - Not a Drill {intro} (nya) This ain't no fire drill, this a tornado drill (ah, brrrt) When we spin, you better take cover, you know? drop low (you won't leave him a clue? please,
BabyTron - On The Radar Freestyle {Verse} Hey, today's plans include flexin', I can't hold it off (Woo) Wake up, roll a log, that's my protocol When it rains, it's gon' pour, when it
BabyTron - $1M {Intro} (I got so much energy) Swear to God Hey {Verse} Today's plans include flexing, I can't hold it off (Woo) Wake up, roll a log,
BabyTron - Beyond Turnt 2 {intro} Babytron, i don't wanna be on no fan shit right now But bro, i literally ran up, probably like No federal shit, like fuckin' three-hundred k in my ford
BabyTron - #CERTIFIED {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,
BabyTron
Babytron, born and raised in Ypsilanti, Michigan, is a talented young rapper making waves in the music industry. As a member of the rap group ShittyBoyz and Dog Shit Militia, Babytron has quickly gained a reputation for his unique style and catchy lyrics.
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