Babytron 2026 Lyrics

[Intro]
(Getta Beats)
Nyah
Nyah, nyah, nyah
Alright, alright, uh

[Verse]
Dude a bot, he be moving like a Sims player
It ain't out of breeze, five thousand on the windbreaker
You don't know BabyTron? Shit, I'm your bitch favorite
Pop spilled everywhere, you'd think that it was kids playin'
I'm in the spot with some miss free throws
She got her own cash, I can dig this bitch, Steelo
Propadded, dawgy probably think his whip repoed
A click triangled on the door, I bet you get your whip Deeboed
Cuddy old school, his jack got the flip ringtone
We scratched 5 back to back, I guess I hit bingo
He died with a loadout, he should've hit reload
Break a bitch mind into two, she got a split ego
Early pourin' syrup up but nah, it ain't Eggo
Tell Myles Turner send that hunnid while he play Legos
Why you sending text from an email? Go pay Metro
I hope my ex sips a glass of Coke eating eight Mentos
My Ying plug ain't even Asian, look like Jay Leno
I'ma cut yo' hand off you try and pass a grape Rello
Dudey died off a 15, he popped a fake Melo
I just poured a 7, that's a Kiyan of that straight yellow
The pop started red but I turned it Syracuse
You would think the blue hit with some Seroquel
It's a terps universe, I got a fear of boof
10 and 2, I see the troops, I'm glued to the steering wheel
Should I rock the black Buffs or play the Jorjiana?
See you blowing all this pape' on some p*ssy, them some horny dollas
Shit, I heard he down to 40 dollars
My hoe pulled up with her best friend, I pulled a orgy out 'em
The Psilocybin got me high-flyin', Sin Cara
I go Skims beaters and the drawls, you would hit Zara
I got my granny doing fraud, talkin' 'bout, "It's Barbara”
I been juggin' aunties all week, this my sixth Martha
This ain't your ordinary Wrangler, it's a Hellfire
6v6 scratch off and all you smell's tires
Yo' bank it's been negative for months, I know yo' Zelle tired
We probably talking 7.5, my last 12 wires
I'm talking M's, act weird won't talk again
It's just me and my dead friend, I'm having talks with Ben'
The double-H matte black, but that Trackhawk was red
The last person talking out they neck, damn near smacked off his head
You a mad man to play the black off some regs
Sleeve Nash, I might spread the stacks on my legs
The Hellpup barking like it's trapped in a shed 7 in the morning, yo' hoe getting cracked like a egg
Put a tax on the bag, wax on the glass
I just know a rash on his ass, he don't change his drawls
I go Wreck-It Ralph on a bitch, I'm breaking walls
I ain't faking not a word, I rather not just take the call (WipeYaAssBoyz)
We popping kill switches, yeah, I'm with the strike ya' cap boyz
I make you buy it back, boy
Why they playing with the gang? They still ain't find the last boy
Finna turn it to the max, I'm acting like I'm Plaqueboy
300 blackouts with the flames, they flying like an asteroid
Ha, you ain't turnt all the way, it's only givin' sorta
I'm rocking fat foreign shoes, I guess the kick's some tortas
Upping chicken like a farm, ain't tryna get no aura
The way I snatch around the curb you think the whip from Forza
Told my bitch pack her bags, we finna take that trip to Bora Bora
Seven hundred just to build a crib in Georgia
You know yo' baby Za Morant might drop a crib in Florida
I ask a bitch heads or tails then just flip a quarter
If it land face down I bet I slam her 'til the morning
You know that it's a good year, the Pistons first seed
I wasn't even a pre-teen when I lit my first weed (Like I wasn't even 5)
When I made my first 10 I wasn't even 9
You grind my gears wrong, I'm turning you to saw dust
180 day grind, that's what you call crunch
How you doing all that dick sucking but ain't pause once? (Like at least a no Diddy)
If I don't spend a hundred racks at least gon' blow fifty
If she ain't throw her panties on stage she showed titties
Boy, you don't know Trizzy
You don't know Jimmy
So who you know, silly?
The plug throwing Denver bowls, I guess he Bo Nix-ing
Neph' just touched down in TX like he Joe Mixon
I just know he f*cked up, it's once a year he post pictures
Talking 'bout a golden shower, man, these hoes trippin'
Rolling up a blunt of skunk, hit the road, kill it
I ain't no critic, but you should go get it
Yeah, a hundred percent from the field, I'm talking no misses
My young bull crashing out, all he post switches
After this lil' tape I drop, I might go missing

[Outro]
ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia, long live $cam
R.I.P Chris, T-double-H-L shit
You hip, skip? You know the script
WipeYaAssBoyz
Clear That Tab clan
Huh, nyah
Yeah, 2026 shit

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