Babytron Say No To Drugs Lyrics

[Intro]
Damn, JakeSand

[Verse]
Hey, all I ever did was help motherf*ckers out
Twelve minutes right before five, we selt another pound
Fifty ton bricks, cuz finna sell another house
You ain't got enough to buy a Benz, wrestling with the couch
If I'm off the fanny pack, it's weapons in that pouch
His run was ordinary if you measuring the droughts
I'm just rolling out the bowl, ain't measuring my stouts
I'm the type to tell the kids, "say no to drugs"
Like don't talk to strangers, like say no to hood
Whole time I'm finna go and pour a four of mud
All these millions, how I end up with a stolen gun?
All these millions, how I end up getting trailed by stolen whips?
The paint from Los Santos customs, get my soda tint
Overdue to showboat, ain't got no showsmanship
Currently I'm seventy-seven percent loaded in
All he do is post night, I call him Homer Simp'
Why so serious? I'm grinning on my Joker shit
Hop out the Sprinter with them racks like I'm Djokovic
The Glocky bisexual, boy, I smoke a bitch
Cuddy moving Xyla and I forgot the coke exists
We was stackin', treatin' SIM cards like poker chips
I poured a pint in Michigan, woke up on Boulder Crest (how the f*ck?)
Bitch got more bodies than a cemetery
So if you ever walk past her, just hold yo' breath
And if the button does jam, I'ma throw a left
Too alive like my twins, but I'm smokin' death
Only up five goin' live, you should go to hell
Bust Christian McCaffrey, but the pop its on Tony Snail
All this Wocka turned to poppin' to the Holy Grail
Why the f*ck you worried 'bout me, boy? You ain't no boy Why the f*ck you worried 'bout me, dude? You old as hell
It could be Mario Kart, they wouldn't throw a shell
I ain't have my hand out, so I don't owe you help
I think I overdid the glitch, and then I broke the Xel
Young man's cryin' for some noodles sittin' broke in jail
You ain't got nothin' to throw on this bail? Damn
Sold 'em sauce, but that shit was stale, ham
Amiri's cool and all, but these some pale pants (aye, naah)
They tend to live in the past when they present sucks
You know I'm tryin' tris pour siete in the 7-Up
Time to turn the road up like like in fent we trust
I ain't gotta do too much, I got the Wemby touch
That was more like 2017, I put the Fendi up
Don't get it twisted, this a thousand dollar Wendy's cup
This ho head set me up, bitch, lay me up
Go and get my name tatted, I don't do the friendly stuff
You need to get your weight up, boy, you don't bench enough
You don't impress enough, boy, you don't spend enough
All that bullshit you blew is finally catchin' up
This a confirmation that you need to step it up
Goin' into war with us, you couldn't prep enough
Lil' foes quick to crash, might name 'em wreck or somethin'
Out of all my granny's grandkids, I'm the reckless one
But I'm the only one who can buy your expensive stuff
Them net worths be fake as hell, bitch, I'll make [?]
Front yard look like a Dodge lot, might drop Tesla truck

[Outro]
S-P-D-S-M, 7-Tec, 7-Til
Long live $cams, R.I.P. Chris, T-double H-L shit, you hip skip
Nah, naah, whew, hey, hey, bitch

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