BabyTron - 007 lyrics
BabyTron [James Edward Johnson IV] Ypsilanti, Michigan. U.S.
[BabyTron - 007 lyrics]
(Enrgy made this one) yeah
Huh
I’m scared of Enrgy
He pulled up swerving in a 'Vette
BIN Reaper
At the self scanner working in my tech
Fiends in the trap, no cap
Serve 'em out the rec'
Saks Fifth, Neiman Marcus, shit
I'm splurging with a check
Groupie ho let me fuck her
Off the punch lines
Bend her over, windmill, shit
It's dunk time chopper Justin Bieber
Let it sing for the one time
(I'ma tell you onе time)
Ten or bettеr party
Please don’t even try and up five
Finna use the CPN, bitch
I'm a credit booster
War time, pay my hitman, bitch
I invest in shooters
Nah, for real, a hundred sticks
Gon' need some extras troopers
Dog chain ain't pass the diamond tester
Need to check his jeweler
Overlapping competition
I'm gon' need a gold medal
Bougie bitch with me smoking za
Out a rose petal
2022, I'm tryna fuck up Coachella
Pillow talker
Doggy on the phone with the hoes telling
CPL on me, I ain't no felon
Chain water, reach for this bitch
I'm popping bro melon
I'ma creep up on him with the stick, 007
For my scam rookies, drive south
That's a pro message
I was scoring six in the
City back with Jahvid Best
Treat his dumb ass like Draymond
He can't dodge the TEC
Walking out of Chase with a smile
I just got a check
Three-five of, uh, I can't say it, shit
I'm out of breath
Hundred rounder, fifty drummer, shit
We left his house a mess
Firebomb his whole shit, now his house a deck
Spent fifty getting 'round
That was just without the jet
On my way to eat steak at
Fleming's running out the set
Shoot to Birmingham, shit
I'm finna go Revive shop
Star player on the court
I'm higher than the skybox
Caught an eye shot
We done turned him to a cyclops
On the dark web, 201s, hope these slides pop
High as hell in the booth, really
I'm just freestyling
Crib far, drive to it, you gon' need mileage
Me, Dee, and James hit the Runtz
Turned to three pilots
Hit his bitch on FaceTime, now he crying
Add cheese on his dumb ass, now he minus-ed
Had to turn Dora off
'cause I'ma keep swiping
Tryna catch up to BabyTron, yeah, keep trying
Seen the boss coming to the counter
Finna sneak by him
Chinese V-cut turn me into Gogeta
B22s cost a band, these ain't no Filas
Huh, shit, BIN master, scam star
All I know's Visas running up a check
Damn near turned into a whole cheetah
Pouring eights, enough Wocky for a four liter
She a whole cheater
You a dummy if you don't leave her
Bitch bad, blocking shots like a goalkeeper
Got it out the mud on my dolo
Ain't need no teacher
Yeah huh, ayy
Huh, ayy huh, ayy
Huh, ayy ayy, ayy
ShittyBoyz
Huh
I’m scared of Enrgy
He pulled up swerving in a 'Vette
BIN Reaper
At the self scanner working in my tech
Fiends in the trap, no cap
Serve 'em out the rec'
Saks Fifth, Neiman Marcus, shit
I'm splurging with a check
Groupie ho let me fuck her
Off the punch lines
Bend her over, windmill, shit
It's dunk time chopper Justin Bieber
Let it sing for the one time
(I'ma tell you onе time)
Ten or bettеr party
Please don’t even try and up five
Finna use the CPN, bitch
I'm a credit booster
War time, pay my hitman, bitch
I invest in shooters
Nah, for real, a hundred sticks
Gon' need some extras troopers
Dog chain ain't pass the diamond tester
Need to check his jeweler
Overlapping competition
I'm gon' need a gold medal
Bougie bitch with me smoking za
Out a rose petal
2022, I'm tryna fuck up Coachella
Pillow talker
Doggy on the phone with the hoes telling
CPL on me, I ain't no felon
Chain water, reach for this bitch
I'm popping bro melon
I'ma creep up on him with the stick, 007
For my scam rookies, drive south
That's a pro message
I was scoring six in the
City back with Jahvid Best
Treat his dumb ass like Draymond
He can't dodge the TEC
Walking out of Chase with a smile
I just got a check
Three-five of, uh, I can't say it, shit
I'm out of breath
Hundred rounder, fifty drummer, shit
We left his house a mess
Firebomb his whole shit, now his house a deck
Spent fifty getting 'round
That was just without the jet
On my way to eat steak at
Fleming's running out the set
Shoot to Birmingham, shit
I'm finna go Revive shop
Star player on the court
I'm higher than the skybox
Caught an eye shot
We done turned him to a cyclops
On the dark web, 201s, hope these slides pop
High as hell in the booth, really
I'm just freestyling
Crib far, drive to it, you gon' need mileage
Me, Dee, and James hit the Runtz
Turned to three pilots
Hit his bitch on FaceTime, now he crying
Add cheese on his dumb ass, now he minus-ed
Had to turn Dora off
'cause I'ma keep swiping
Tryna catch up to BabyTron, yeah, keep trying
Seen the boss coming to the counter
Finna sneak by him
Chinese V-cut turn me into Gogeta
B22s cost a band, these ain't no Filas
Huh, shit, BIN master, scam star
All I know's Visas running up a check
Damn near turned into a whole cheetah
Pouring eights, enough Wocky for a four liter
She a whole cheater
You a dummy if you don't leave her
Bitch bad, blocking shots like a goalkeeper
Got it out the mud on my dolo
Ain't need no teacher
Yeah huh, ayy
Huh, ayy huh, ayy
Huh, ayy ayy, ayy
ShittyBoyz