BabyTron - $100 Rice Bowl lyrics
BabyTron [James Edward Johnson IV] Ypsilanti, Michigan. U.S.
[BabyTron - $100 Rice Bowl lyrics]
Getta Beats ayy
Ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz
Fuck around and throw a Hail Mary
When I'm 4th & inches
Bitch like Dior bags and fur
Can afford her kitten 'RT barking, nah
The neighbors can't ignore the drift
He ran up then he heard a "boom"
What a poor decision
In the A with Dre, Trackhawk, yeah
We soaring in it
Sipping on the Wock' while I
Fuck until snoring in it
Looking Asian off the cookie but it
Ain't no fortune in it
I can't even cuff a lil' bitch
'cause y'all whores be finished
Twelve Pro Max, five twelve
Thirteen in jacks
Throw a punch this way? I'm shooting
I ain't swinging back used to be nice
Horns grew and my wings dethatched
You blow eighty-seven regular
This some diesel gas
Captain Obvious, shoelaces
They say "Shoelaces" on telegraph
Captain Jay's or I can Nu Wave it
Sniper lock his target in his scope
We don't do chasing
We'll cut you off at the head
We don't do snaking
He be kissing on that runner, he a fool
Ain't he? Me and gang upping shit on
Live, we some fools, ain't we?
I been winning lately
I can give a fuck 'bout who hate me
Need a "yes" or "no" if it's money
I don't do "maybe"
Ain't nobody got you but you
That's how life go out of town hibachi
Hundred dollars for a rice bowl
I'm her favorite rapper so I fucked
Her with my ice on
I might leave the mic for a
Month and get my swipe on
You ain't got a Cali plug
That is not no Cali crud
Really I'm a flashy fuck
I think the opps mad we up
Nah, like, for real, they just mad we up
Iced up, sticked up, need a Stanley Cup
I just punched hibachi, yeah
The dasher on the way with it
Headshots, I ain't finna lag
Ain't no game glitching
If it's two seconds on the
Clock then I'm game winning
Turtle Pie, this a three five
I'm just pain killing
Do some fraud then get away with it
You ain't even on yo own shit
Just on our wave chilling
Pay watch the K hit him, we be grave digging
I was nobody, one year, now my name sizzling
Bitch said she knew she seen me
Out 'cause I was bang flipping
Gotta wear a hoodie, you don't
Ain't got the same image
Home runner, grand slam
Never could I base hit it
I'm a ShittyBoy, bitch dumb
Think I ain't shitting
He be kissing on that runner, he a fool
Ain't he? Me and gang upping shit on
Live, we some fools, ain't we?
I been winning lately
I can give a fuck 'bout who hate me
Need a "yes" or "no" if it's money
I don't do "maybe"
Ain't nobody got you but you
That's how life go out of town hibachi
Hundred dollars for a rice bowl
I'm her favorite rapper so I fucked
Her with my ice on
I might leave the mic for a
Month and get my swipe on
Yeah aR with the beam
Got more voltage than a wunderwaffe
You could be the toughest
Big Triple S'll stomp it out you
Surf with the turf
Never ever would I punch McDonald's
If the main kudos
Why the fuck are y'all buffies
Za to the motherfucking za
Every puff be toxic
Shooter kill you on his bike then
He get to bunny hopping up the gummy on her
I don't know how she went dummy on it
Give a fuck about y'all input
'cause y'all just be watching
Ha ha, yeah
(Ha ha, yeah, we some fools, ain't we?)
Yeah (yeah) y'all just be watching (Nah)
I'm on the court (I don't do maybe)
Swear to God, that's how life goes
Yeah, for a rice bowl
I'm her favorite rapper so I fucked
Her with my ice on and get my swipe on
Ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz
Fuck around and throw a Hail Mary
When I'm 4th & inches
Bitch like Dior bags and fur
Can afford her kitten 'RT barking, nah
The neighbors can't ignore the drift
He ran up then he heard a "boom"
What a poor decision
In the A with Dre, Trackhawk, yeah
We soaring in it
Sipping on the Wock' while I
Fuck until snoring in it
Looking Asian off the cookie but it
Ain't no fortune in it
I can't even cuff a lil' bitch
'cause y'all whores be finished
Twelve Pro Max, five twelve
Thirteen in jacks
Throw a punch this way? I'm shooting
I ain't swinging back used to be nice
Horns grew and my wings dethatched
You blow eighty-seven regular
This some diesel gas
Captain Obvious, shoelaces
They say "Shoelaces" on telegraph
Captain Jay's or I can Nu Wave it
Sniper lock his target in his scope
We don't do chasing
We'll cut you off at the head
We don't do snaking
He be kissing on that runner, he a fool
Ain't he? Me and gang upping shit on
Live, we some fools, ain't we?
I been winning lately
I can give a fuck 'bout who hate me
Need a "yes" or "no" if it's money
I don't do "maybe"
Ain't nobody got you but you
That's how life go out of town hibachi
Hundred dollars for a rice bowl
I'm her favorite rapper so I fucked
Her with my ice on
I might leave the mic for a
Month and get my swipe on
You ain't got a Cali plug
That is not no Cali crud
Really I'm a flashy fuck
I think the opps mad we up
Nah, like, for real, they just mad we up
Iced up, sticked up, need a Stanley Cup
I just punched hibachi, yeah
The dasher on the way with it
Headshots, I ain't finna lag
Ain't no game glitching
If it's two seconds on the
Clock then I'm game winning
Turtle Pie, this a three five
I'm just pain killing
Do some fraud then get away with it
You ain't even on yo own shit
Just on our wave chilling
Pay watch the K hit him, we be grave digging
I was nobody, one year, now my name sizzling
Bitch said she knew she seen me
Out 'cause I was bang flipping
Gotta wear a hoodie, you don't
Ain't got the same image
Home runner, grand slam
Never could I base hit it
I'm a ShittyBoy, bitch dumb
Think I ain't shitting
He be kissing on that runner, he a fool
Ain't he? Me and gang upping shit on
Live, we some fools, ain't we?
I been winning lately
I can give a fuck 'bout who hate me
Need a "yes" or "no" if it's money
I don't do "maybe"
Ain't nobody got you but you
That's how life go out of town hibachi
Hundred dollars for a rice bowl
I'm her favorite rapper so I fucked
Her with my ice on
I might leave the mic for a
Month and get my swipe on
Yeah aR with the beam
Got more voltage than a wunderwaffe
You could be the toughest
Big Triple S'll stomp it out you
Surf with the turf
Never ever would I punch McDonald's
If the main kudos
Why the fuck are y'all buffies
Za to the motherfucking za
Every puff be toxic
Shooter kill you on his bike then
He get to bunny hopping up the gummy on her
I don't know how she went dummy on it
Give a fuck about y'all input
'cause y'all just be watching
Ha ha, yeah
(Ha ha, yeah, we some fools, ain't we?)
Yeah (yeah) y'all just be watching (Nah)
I'm on the court (I don't do maybe)
Swear to God, that's how life goes
Yeah, for a rice bowl
I'm her favorite rapper so I fucked
Her with my ice on and get my swipe on