Babytron Barkin' Lyrics

[Intro]
(Getta Beats) Yeah
I wish bro could FaceTime me, but we off the—
I wish bro could FaceTime me, but we, yeah

[Verse]
I wish bro could FaceTime me, but we off the GTL
I'm on I-69 like I brought a CDL
Think he Bandman Kevo, he just bought a BBL
Get your ass whipped in fashion, I'll swing this BB belt (Sune, what the f*ck?)
I got my bitch beatin' dog up like Aspen
He think he took a Perc', that's some dog pressed on aspirins
I'm talkin' straight into the wall, bro be crashin'
My number one rule is give your all, don't do half it
Golf rangе in the A, I be at Bobby Jones
I see thе blurs on her pics to hide her body rolls
All that cock blockin', point dog to a hockey goal
The mitten cold, keep the V runnin' like a snotty nose (Skrrt)
This bitch cost me twelve Audis
This ain't no ordinary kitty, it's a Helldoggy
Eleven blunts in roto, can you spell foggy?
Fuzz by the window early mornin' like he sell coffee
Drop Shit Militia hit his top, he droppin' dog tags
Kill confirmed, that's what you call that
Change my jack, ain't nobody in, call us back
Yo' bitch glued to my dick like my ballsack
Y'all dirty ass need to throw a shower party
Snow bunnies in here tryna have a powder party
Shut it down quick, they only had a hour party
Hurricane warnin' up in Hutch, I'll drown the Carti's
Droppin' checks, got more glass than a windshield
DPD gon' have to chase me down to Pittsfield
Why this hand tryna bark, I never seen a pimp squeal
Ho tryna keep this shit a hundred like her tits real
Actin' like you Master P, but ain't C-Murder
Lifestyle, it's a dream, we some team workers
Chef Grizz, I go lamb, not no beef burger
I ain't gotta pay my hitta shit, he a free lurker
Mask, check, gloves, check, boy, we'll wipe your ass
Feel like his world endin', dawgy in his Mayan bag
Paul Goldschmidt, I'll pull up with that diamond back I ain't pull my phone out, but I'm writin' tracks
Lil' freak chasin' 'round a nut, scrat
I just made a twenty quick like a touchback
Mirror tint, TRX, got the truck wrapped
I could up a milli' right now, fun fact
This ho talkin' 'bout some love, I don't trust that
I'm fresh off the road, check the bug splat
I don't wanna throw no ones, where the huns at?
Knock the heart out your chest, f*ck a love tap
Bitch, you bald-headed, where that frontal go?
Bars got me slow like a undeveloped frontal lobe
TNT'll turn your crib into a bungalow
I get my clown on like a f*ckin' juggalo
Mitten baby, corned beef on the onion roll
Oh, you talkin' onions? Where the f*ck the Tor browser?
I'm one up on him, he a underscore
Got a turtle on my back, you can call me Lord Bowser
Why she think she plugged in? I'll pull the cord out her
I was punchin' Saks Fifth, leavin' out a fourth hour
Sausage party, get y'all boys Morehousin'
2026, I need more whips and more houses
Fuzz catch a brick and go shave, Ilgauskas
That ain't ever do shit, why you still poutin'?
He finna bleed out, why he still shoutin'?
They ain't ever shot a human, they just go and kill houses
My left pocket Lizzo, right one Jilla
I'll make ten if I write one nilla
Go and check your clock, yeah, the time's up, silly
I don't know about your watch, but mine's a hundred-fifty thousand
You ain't bring nothin' to the table, you can't get a fork
My whip need a full ride, throw this bitch in sport
Thought they had me locked out, but my foot in the door
Why you playin'? Fuzz in the bush at your door, ShittyBoyz

[Outro]
Dog Shit Militia, long live Scam, RIP Chris
THHL shit, you hip skip? You know the script
Wipe your ass, boys, clear that tab, clan, huh, yeah
Mm-mm, mm-mm-mm-mm
Mm-mm-mm-mm, mm-mm, ayy, ayy

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