Hit The Road by BabyTron lyrics

Hit The Road

BabyTron

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[Verse]
Yes, bitch, these red bottoms so don't break yo neck
But when I hit the road, I drive off in the Nike tech
[?] to the scamming, I'm a fucking vet
Dawg, stop hating on me and go and get a check
Had to turn around, my backseat a fucking mess
Double G's on me, you will never catch me wearing Guess
Louis checkers on me, come and play a game of chess
Ten bands is my goal, I ain't coming back for less
You stressed, tripping on that ho, boy, you pressed
I'm blessed, can't you tell by the way I dress?
It's a mess, good hollows tearing up his flesh
ShittyBoyz thrusted up, all we know is flex
Yes, got more pieces on me than a damn puzzle
Suede Balenciagas on so I'm watching out for puddles
All the highlights that I made, I deserve a huddle
Two pieces hit for ten, that's a double double
Mari owe me seventeen and he in the Beamer
White Balencis on, looking like some fucking coffee creamer
Hit the set with the giffies, fucking up Big Beaver
James in that black Jeep looking like the Grip Reamer
I got love for my [?] and that's to the grave
Nigga run up on me? I'ma send his ass to the grave
Run up on crazy on us? Yeah, bro, you mighty brave
Hold on, bro, I'll call you back, I got another play
Yes, that was us horsing niggas at the festival
Jeans cost six hundred, bitch, get off my testicles
You ain't street, stay in the crib and eat yo vegetables
You got a play? Of course my schedule flexible
My shooter pull up in that hoodie, call that nigga "Melo"
Take off them Space Jams, them bitches getting yellow
Stop smoking on [?] and them petty rellos
Red bottoms on my feet looking like I stepped in Jell-O
Asked what's on my feet? Just know these bitches foreign
Deep from the redzone, I'm talking [?]
I'm scoring, balling on these niggas like I'm Horace
You snoring, the whip woke you up, this bitch roaring
You boring, yo bitch said, "BabyTron do it better"
Giffies hitting hard as fuck, I punched a BAPE sweater
Broke niggas look up to me, I'm a trendsetter
Yeah, that's yo bitch but I promise you I make her wetter
I'm into horsing niggas like equestrian
Hit the road off the juice, I might kill a pedestrian
And if I'm a bitch, come over here and test me then
Bro said he got a play, I just told him [?]
Got white boy shooting on my team like Pistol Pete
They'll take you out the game like when the whistle beep
Green and red Gucci looking like a fucking Christmas tree
Play with my cash and my dawg getting to gripping heat

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On You by BabyTron lyrics

On You

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[Intro]
It's it, man
Different Breed the mixtape, man
I know y'all been waiting on this shit but I got to it
It's BabyTron in this bitch
Youngest nigga with a roll
Ha, yep

[Verse 1]
Turn around, turn around like a roundabout
Fuck you, bitch, where was you when I was down and out?
Yo bitch on the phone with you while I'm pounding out
After I hit, she on the side like she grinding out
Now let me show you what them thousands 'bout
Upping rolls on the 'Gram, you can count it out
I used to be broke but then a nigga found it out
These Margielas, baby girl, just try and sound it out
Good strips on me, she asked did I hit the Powerball
Nah, I just hit the road and came back with a twenty ball
Paid three for the shirt, that's a 'Gelo Ball
Two sticks on my hip like I'm Darth Maul
Hop in the whip and hit the road in a Nike fit
I got them pieces on me fucking up I-96
Dumb ho call me broke? I'll thrust on that grimy bitch
Scammed a lady out her house rent, on some slimy shit

[Chorus]
Y'all ain't pass state troops, with that shit on you
Turn around on the road so they won't get on you
Y'all ain't never gave a bitch your all and had her quit on you
Talking crazy so when I see you, I'm gon' spit on you
Y'all ain't pass state troops, with that shit on you
Turn around on the road so they won't get on you
Y'all ain't never gave a bitch your all and had her quit on you
Talking crazy so when I see you, I'm gon' spit on you

[Verse 2]
Ayy, bro, we gotta score like it's fourth and go
And if you get in the way, just know I got a pole
Seen a lot of shit in my life that done hurt my soul
But you never know, I stay smiling with a onion roll
Got a white boy with that shit down in Britain
Do I look like Floyd? We got chops, we ain't fucking fighting
I'm locked in, open them notes and I'm fucking writing
Good screws in my ears, they dance in the fucking lighting
Swipe this, scam that, I love them fucking Pros
Boy took one to the chest like he Derrick Rose
Gift cards, gift cards, I got a lot of those
You not getting money with them Roshes on yo fucking toes
Eleven bands in these pockets, that's that Klay Thompson
Give the plug ten, I got twelve left like I'm John Stockton
Good rocket in my pocket, pull it back and I'ma cock it
And if he got beef with me, we can never drop it

[Chorus]
Y'all ain't pass state troops, with that shit on you
Turn around on the road so they won't get on you
Y'all ain't never gave a bitch your all and had her quit on you
Talking crazy so when I see you, I'm gon' spit on you
Y'all ain't pass state troops, with that shit on you
Turn around on the road so they won't get on you
Y'all ain't never gave a bitch your all and had her quit on you
Talking crazy so when I see you, I'm gon' spit on you, gang

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ShittyBoyz

[Verse]
They heard that BabyTron and then they tried to take my style
Wrestle who? Bitch, do I look like A.J. Styles?
The Loubs used to be the Chucks, you couldn't walk a mile
Closed casket, dummy, his mama had to walk the aisle
Still jugging grannies, I'll scam yo fucking auntie
Pour out that shit that turn the fiends into fucking zombies
Balmains on, you ain't crispy off the Abercrombie
Fuck preaching, I'ma pop yo ass, I am not Gandhi
Teacher tried to take the giffies but it didn't happen
Flashing rolls in the hall and I am not capping
Give up that music shit, yo songs is not slapping
Keep a pair of Robins, I know you see the wings flapping
Roscoe Dash with the pieces, I'ma show out
Losing bad? We up twenty, that's a blowout
Bougie nigga, if I scuff the Loubs, they get thrown out
Don't do the drugs, I'ma lose it if I zone out
I'm on fire, you can come and try to put it out
Scam Man, Punch God, bitch, I'm jugging now
Hoes used to laugh, treat 'em like they nothing now
Ain't pull up in the Battle Bus but we jumping out
Would've thought it was trash day, the way we dumped it out
They used to say I'm ass, I'm who they bumping now
Used to be nothing and the hoes know I'm something now
Stack the giffies, ain't no damn way that I'm running out
Who's that flying in the Robins? Oh, that's StanWill
Move a muscle? Bro'll blow you, better stand still
Shot seven out the .40, Glock holding [?]
If the giffies don't get her loose then the bands will
[?] off the Burberry, that's my young bull
Said I won't snatch yo bitch? I got dumb pull
I am not Costco but I keep a bundle
I'm thrusted up so it's fuck being humble
Not at church on Sunday but I'm getting to it
Forgive me, God, I'm in love, the giffies made me do it
I'ma make it to the top, I promise I'ma prove it
Would've thought [?] arm hurt, the way that he shooting
Been thrusted up so I don't know why you hurt
Stay in my bag like I'm looking for my school work
Red bottoms fourteen hundred, dawg, what yo shoes worth?
Flashing three hundred? Man, I spent that on a new shirt
Went from playing AU to swiping with the giffies
Blue strips in my jeans, I keep a couple fifties
Don't reach 'cause I'm strapped up like pair of [?]
Take it how you want but we the hottest in the city
[?] that's my dawg, I swear the bro official
You cut the fuck off if you ain't been official
You is not hard, that tough shit is artificial
You are not a battleship, you cannot dodge this missile
I'll smack the shit out you and that's on Jesus
I'ma throw a zip out the window since you fiending
Yes, I'm thrusted up, the fit just came from Neiman's
I'll pray to God that he shakes off all the demons
Said that I'm broke? Man, what Cookie was you hitting?
He gon' get put on a poster, ain't no Blake Griffin
Oh, you cashed the buffs from Hutch? No the fuck you didn't
Swipe this, punch that, that's how a nigga living

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[Intro]
Yeah, got a bad bitch with me, she won't step out 'less her
It's a thousand ways to get pape and you don't even know one (No way, Hozay)
Huh, yeah

[Verse]
It's a thousand ways to get pape and you don't even know one
Bad bitch won't step out the crib 'less her toes down
You ask why I pay eighty for it, you should smoke some
Don't even ask about the cup if you ain't pour one
Dee got a [?] Visa, finna road run
Don't ask for a slug if I ain't never hold one
Yo boyfriend a bitch, he the one who do the store run
I ain't used to play, now I'm balling like the coach son
I ain't used to carе, nah, I'm playing, still don't give a fuck
It's ninety-five, still throw thе BAPE on and zip it up
Only 'cause I seen a opp out, I'm finna blick him up
She cheated 'cause you bought a little bag, you ain't trick enough
You are not a killer, can you stop the mean-mugging?
I knew since day one I'd be something
Where the fuck the takeover badge? The whole team hustling
Ain't shit change, twenty shoes off of three punches
​iPhones, gift cards, that's the shit that make me smile
Had to meet 'round for that one shit on [?]
Don't stop on yo dreams, lil' dawg, it might take a while
If they flick me with this ID, I'ma say I'm Kai
When I put you in a body bag, it ain't no posterizing
All it take is a head nod, bet my soldier fire
Bet the engineer head nod 'cause he know it's fire
That Tron jersey gon' be in the rafters when the GOAT retire
Shoot the bag down, Van Dyke, down to Romeo
Just 'cause we had class together, you don't know me, bro
Talking 'bout her head good, shit, can you show me though?
Ain't never put you on no cheese, what are yo homies for?
You better think about it
Yeah, that tough talking all cool, you better be about it
Up a buck on a bitch, shit, I think I'm Giannis
Buck shot to his back, shit, man, I think I got him
But you get beat if we box like I'm SpotEmGottem
Bae said she want a new fit, shit, that's not a problem
You can ride, you can hide, boy, you can't stop them shottas
I be with them sharks, lil' bro and them the top piranhas
Make a thirty ball, put a dub in
All them death threats but I'm untouched
If we [?] and we locked in [?]
All hustle, all leg work, boy, it's fuck love
Piss me off? You gon' have to try to dodge a M-80
Spun her three nights back to back, she did the 1080
Happy that we linked the fourth time 'cause her head crazy
Something like a baker in this bitch, I make bread daily
Fourth quarter, that's when the real players show out
Moncler, Goose, or the Knuckle when it's snow out
Fell in love with fast money, sick you took the slow route
Might've told her "yes" back then but it's "no" now

[Outro]
Huh, yeah, bitch, ayy, ayy (But it's "no" now)
Ayy, ayy (But it's "no" now)
Ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz, bitch

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Sickening by Primo Beats lyrics

Sickening

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[Intro]
Primo Beats on the track

[Verse]
Dog shit on me, ShittyBoyz jump shitty
They wanna front like it wasn't always "fuck Jimmy"
I heard it's up with me, shit, then it's stuck with me
Jack Man turning in, got my plug litty
Boy, I'm good on the East, ask Reese and [?]
For that cheese, square him up like a pizza box
Off-White flip-flops, I ain't need no socks
I don't know why the fuck I'm skinny, boy, I eat a lot
Huh, got a death threat in all caps
Huh, how fitting, it was all cap
Was in school acting bad, wasn't a hall pass
I'm the type to score, you'll pass the ball back
In New York with a torch like the statue
"BabyTron hit his bitch? That man smooth"
Ha-ha, I'm finna pass you
Stick poking through the BAPE, ain't no bamboo
Huh, fuck around, you get bamboozled
Huh, one shot'll get yo mans noodled
Unc' selling that, this ain't no damn poodle
I beat him with my right so I had off-hand shoot him
7-3-4 to the city, this for Ypsi
All blue strips on me, bitch, this for Nipsey
Made a hundred in this fit, boy, this for Dickiеs
Boy, I'm the Punch God, bitch, this for shippies
Boy, you like thirty-somеthing, never upped the fifty
Bro'll give him thirty-something if he up the glizzy
Fit cost thirty-hun' so I'm jumping shitty
Bring a ladder to his block since it's up there with me
If you think that bitch loyal, use yo head
We was not locked in, you ain't use my pegs
Bitch don't give head? It's dead
Could've came all dubs, did the blues instead
I just want head, if you playing then I'm heading out
Dickhead, pull out money just to spread it out
Knew me yo whole life, you wanna wrestle now?
Can't afford Off-White but guarantee I X you out
Huh, no cap, you a fucking bum
Oh, my bad, you're a fucking crumb
"Man, I hate BabyTron", probably 'cause I'm up
If I catch yo fat-ass out, I'ma fuck you up
White 1s, white tee, and some BAPE shorts
I think I know why you hate me, 'cause yo pape short
My shooter from the Taliban like he hate pork
Somewhere chilling with my feet up by a lake shore
Can you put that money down? Dude, it ain't yours
Burnt the whole store down, sick I cam torch
White buffs, rose tint, sick I came dork
Grab an opp by his dreads, sick I came horse

[Outro]
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Lyric: Swish by BabyTron

Swish

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[Intro]
Yeah, I made six figures this winter in my Timberlands
Yeah, huh
I ran up six figures this winter in my Timberlands
Huh, yeah, huh

[Verse]
I ran up six figures this winter in my Timberlands
Backhand a bitch for backtalking, where's yo discipline?
If the quarterback get it off, shit, we gon' blitz again
Cutting up in the booth, ain't bring a pair of scissors in
Off a Perc' 30 in the coupe, bitch, I got road rage
I live a fast brakes lifestyle on a slow day
My hitman'll blow you, I just hit the mall and blow pape
Dick sucking-ass gon' ride the wave till yo boat break
Two thousand dollars kicks for no reason, I just had to do 'em
Oh, you need a zip? Then pull up, I'ma tax you, stupid
Woke up high as hell, shotgun, we on [?] and [?]
And if they ever get me in that room, bitch, I'm acting clueless
Camp around the corner in a rental till the mail comes
'Cat faster than a cheetah, oh, yo whip a snail, huh?
Got my bitch [?] with her nails done
Talking 'bout some smoke? Can you please just inhale some?
We different, you'll roll a gram, I'm a three five chief
We different, this a V12, that's a [?]
We different, way before the EDD, I had the swipe fever
Delta first class, I'm a real life sightseer
How I act now, that's how I acted then
With the Men in Black and best believe they got the gadgets in
Dawg said he horsed me? Someone please throw a cap to him
Yeah, it's cool to shoot but sometimes you gotta pass to win
Boy blocked me from his bitch 'Gram but I bet I fucked
Getting good head at 4 AM like, "How the hell I'm up?"
Drop a deuce of Wock, for a band, I'll sell my cup
7.62s big as fuck, could flip a semi truck
Bitch, I'm jacked up like a car with a flat tire
Yeah, you might ball a little bit but my stats higher
You looking crazy at the self-scan, I only jam fires
Half of me love the fast life, the other half tired
If I see the opps, I'm ten toes, ain't gotta juke up in me
I keep nodding off 'cause I got a deuce of juice up in me
Big exotic 'Woods, giant [?] ain't no hookah in me
White boy'll pass the play to gang, that's the Luka in me
My hitman cheap, he sliding in a Taurus with a torch
Shit talker, when the beat come on, I ignore the chorus
Sleepy head, man, I fucked around and poured a four, I'm snoring
Soaring in the Trackhawk, it's roaring, bitch, watch me floor it
You don't know shit if you really think that girl yours
Sick of broke hoes, if I see one, I'ma hurl towards her
My one, yeah, know who she is, I give the world to her
Four years ago was upping giffies on a world tour
Walk in closet full of drip, it look like Narnia
Chopstick got more shots on it than a party bus
Boy, I thought you hardbodied, why the fuck yo Cartis tucked?
You gon' hear a "swish" every time, better guard me up
[Outro]
Huh, yeah, bitch, huh, yeah, you better guard me up
You gon' hear a "swish" every time, you better guard me up
Yeah, bitch, I'm scoring
Yeah, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, ShittyBoyz

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