Babytron 911 Lyrics

[Intro: BabyTron]
DSM
Drugs, sex, murder, Durangos, Scats, Maybachs (Ooh, shit, what the f*ck, Daniel?)
Dog Shit Militia, Shitty Boyz
Nyah, nyah

[Verse 1: BabyTron]
Quarter ticket on me, but I still'll bang a 4 for $4
I got fine shit around the globe, let's go ho for ho
Throw that turkey bag on the floor, let's go 'bow for 'bow
Got a Gen6 that ain't drop, let's go pole for pole
The Bin Reap, my twin named Grim, let's go soul for soul
OSS cool and all, but these some SoHo clothes
Fifty thou' for the screw bags, got Lil JoJos on
Frontin' like an outstanding member, he a po-po, though
Skillet on the bottom of the chop, this that oh-no-no
Ain't you in your upper thirties? Why you got some '04 hoes?
Thought he got a whole elbow, but that's a 4-4-0
Yeah, I'm petty
Don't let me in the backseat, yeah, I'm Melly
Just got done buryin' a body, yeah, I'm smelly
Ho, pass me that Creed, ho, pass me a P
Ho, pass me that lean, ho, pass me that weed
Smokin' opps, I'm Japanese
Shit, I heard your watch aftermarket, this bitch factory
I'm deep in your lil' ho mouth just like a cavity
When you pull up to the castle, just call me your majesty
It's your birthday, how you end up out at Applebee's?
It's your birthday, how you end up in some Purple jeans?
It's your birthday, how you end up sippin' turtle lean?
Hold on, you's a burger, G
If I pop a Perc' or three, I'ma morph to Hercules
I'm Harlow, you Bubbles, your car know the struggle
I'm the highest at the function, but my car doors above you
Slim fit X dog shit, now the cargos on husky
All your FedEx shit be clipped, is the car closed or something?
Cuz a wizard in that 'Rex like he Jordan Poole
Every time this bitch do the ooh and drool, she forms a pool
Went and changed your attributes, you not even a quarter cool
Snow bunny seen Repo and tried to snort a deuce
He think he Bloodhound, Joski in here finna snort a blue
I don't want a city bitch no more, that's what Georgia do
I'm finna buy my bitch a BBL, that's what Florida do
Bottega hold the ARP, the Goyard to store the loot

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
He got a Glock with a switch and some wicks, I'm with a Florida dude
You just bought some new J's? Put your fours to use You want fifty for a pint of Act'? I could afford a deuce
Took the camera from Phil, I'm recordin' you
All I like to do is drink drank and count, I'm a boring dude
Pulled up on a project bitch in a foreign dude
I be throwin' everything away, but I be hoardin' juice
I be savin' drank, I got a pint of Quay
I swear to God I could drink a pint a day
I got a chain on that you could snatch, you wanna die today
I could never go broke, all I gotta do is find a bank
And they gon' give me money
'Cause I got so much gaffle, I could split a hundred
I could spend a hundred on a f*ckin' ring
I could spend a hundred on a couple things
A nigga threw a shot at us, they shot him eighty times
They thought I was with Eminem, but I'm with BabyTron
Man, I really, really hate my baby mom
We is not gon' shoot your house up, we just made a bomb
I got some dog shit, get your paper on
Four money counters in the crib, it won't take that long
Hittin' a skinny bitch from the back, tryna break a bone
Bitch tried to call 911, I had to break her phone
When I take Xanax, them bitches make me strong
I'll fight a bear
Yeah, try it, think this shit sweet, you gon' die in here
I'm gettin' off house arrest in July this year
Earrings cost so f*ckin' much, I can buy an ear
Lam' truck makin' too much noise, I can hardly hear
This bitch so fast, I can hardly steer
It ain't a nigga that I hardly fear
When Trump cut that EDD shit off, it was hard that year
It was hard for you
You know I got a f*ckin' credit card for you
You wanna rap? I got a hundred bars for you
The plug said he got a hundred bars for me
I'ma take 'em all
I'ma shoot him in his foot, I'ma make him fall
He gon' take 'em all
It's a thirty in this bitch and I'll spray it all
Full body of the Gucci Guilty, I'll spray it all
On one outfit
Aha, make a million dollars on some shit that ain't out yet
I think your watch fake, this a clock test
This a clock check
What Gen is that on your hip? This a Glock check
I wanna see your gun
Made money off rap, weed, dope, and had a casino run
My uncle white, but he really Black, I'm like Tito son

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