BabyTron - 6 Star Wanted Level lyrics
BabyTron [ames Edward Johnson II] Ypsilanti, Michigan. U.S.
[BabyTron - 6 Star Wanted Level lyrics]
High as hell on Thanksgiving, eating, yeah
High as hell on
Damn, Danny
High as hell on Thanksgiving, eating yams
Sipping Wock'
Went from lil' dawg to walking
'round with the biggest knot
From a place where titi'll spend her
Last to get some rocks
Fully switch on it
You can't tell that this bitch a Glock
Every time I fell
I got up and went two times harder
Every time I lost
I sat back and thought two times smarter
Unky in the kitchen, he a chemist
Making lines harder
Upgraded to them Demons
We don't really drive Chargers
But I might Scat Pack it
In a different tax bracket
One night OT
Fucked around and Louis backpacked it
Profile crazy, finna go get jack active
Teamwork makes the dream work
Tell yo mans pass it
Banana Backwood, it's a opp in this bitch
Seen him out in traffic
Fucked around and knocked him out the whip
Dub on my neck, watch by the brick
Five thousand dollar fit, to the socks
I'ma drip
Doors do that suicide shit
I'm hopping out the Tesla
Green Nike tech, cutter on me
Popping out like Zelda
Can't do the Spirit, I'm too bougie
Hopping off the Delta
Yo mans down, fucked up
How you not gon' help him?
Muddy-ass cup, witchcraft
Do the pop like Salem
Left the dubs and fifties at the crib
Got a knot of Franklins
Fluke plates on the Striker
Hit the spot and change 'em
In the jungle with some beasts
Promise that you not gon' tame 'em
Unfuckwithable, I'm feeling like I'm Ray
Woke up tryna make some hustle music
Feeling like I'm Pay
Fuck a vest
.223s ripping through yo diamond chains
Up before the birds, phone chirping
You can't find a play
Talk about y'all wet? Boy
My bitch got more drip than y'all
Not to mention I'll spend a fifty
When I hit the mall
StanWill'll up the Glockyana if
You piss him off
Why the fuck you say yo
Rollie real? That bitch ticking
Dawg
Unky getting sauce from Colombia, Medellín
Seven 201s, self-scanning, boy
That's seven pings
So much chicken on me
Would've thought I'm selling wings
2022 drop top, you ain't felt this breeze
Yo whole crew pouring green
Y'all the Celtics team
Two thousand dollars just to loan
On the belt and jeans
Hunnid Backwoods
I done fucked up my health this week
I ain't talking 'bout a can of Goya
Unky selling beans
Running off? 7.62s gon' melt his feet
Exotic pop, Wockhardt, and za
I might belch and wheeze
Bitch want some money? These nuts
Like the Welven meme
If you ain't up a milli'
It ain't shit you should be telling me
Good in the hood, bitch
I'm somewhere where the felons be
The word on these European sneaks
Could be in spelling bees
Overlapping comp'
I can't let 'em get ahead of me
Eighty dollar eighthy
You can't this shit for ten a G
I be scamming, brodie with the
Down in Tennessee
From the three I get like Wardell
Spot up on the corner
Send yo big homie towards Hell
Tried to lock us out? Kicked it
Down till the door fell
Might lose a game in this series
Never four L's
2022, I want a froze watch on both wrists
And I'm hitting Hutch to upgrade
The rose gold kit
Not to mention that the white
Buffs make my nose drip
Need yo ass beat
Walking 'round in them bold kit's
Cream soda dreams
Fell asleep off a four of yeah
Nah, for real
Pour a one of this? You gon' go to bed
If I put my BIN in this
Song then I'm going fed
Could get ten jacks off a Pro
Or do a show instead
Working like a ese, getting gifts
Feliz Navidad
Vanilla five hunnid each one
I ain't gotta rob
Six figures off of shit talking
I ain't got a job
Online with more punches than
A fucking octagon
Six star wanted level, live a GTA life
I was scamming
You was tryna get yo GPA right
Punch God walked through
They thought Jesus came twice
Road running late
Ain't stopping till I see some daylight
Lyrics too damn hard
Even Genius ain't right
Old Tron was off noodles
I ain't see a steak bite
Talking 'bout you in the deep? Ain't
Even seen a great white
Kicked out of recess 'cause I
Never seemed to play right
Huh, I was a bad kid
Rap a lil' too fast, stopped doing ad-libs
But, shit
It ain't my fault they can't keep up
Coldest day in January, got the heat tucked
Think I need a new piece
I'm finna see Hutch
Wintertime, summertime, we be sleeved up
Three hunnid dollar plates every
Time we eat lunch
Undefeated first seed shit, you can't see us
You can't beat us
ShittyBoyz, it's one name, you can't be us
They used to ho us back then
Now they need us
Lot of ho shit people pull when you bring up
Ayy, huh, ShittyBoyz
What up, Danny?
High as hell on
Damn, Danny
High as hell on Thanksgiving, eating yams
Sipping Wock'
Went from lil' dawg to walking
'round with the biggest knot
From a place where titi'll spend her
Last to get some rocks
Fully switch on it
You can't tell that this bitch a Glock
Every time I fell
I got up and went two times harder
Every time I lost
I sat back and thought two times smarter
Unky in the kitchen, he a chemist
Making lines harder
Upgraded to them Demons
We don't really drive Chargers
But I might Scat Pack it
In a different tax bracket
One night OT
Fucked around and Louis backpacked it
Profile crazy, finna go get jack active
Teamwork makes the dream work
Tell yo mans pass it
Banana Backwood, it's a opp in this bitch
Seen him out in traffic
Fucked around and knocked him out the whip
Dub on my neck, watch by the brick
Five thousand dollar fit, to the socks
I'ma drip
Doors do that suicide shit
I'm hopping out the Tesla
Green Nike tech, cutter on me
Popping out like Zelda
Can't do the Spirit, I'm too bougie
Hopping off the Delta
Yo mans down, fucked up
How you not gon' help him?
Muddy-ass cup, witchcraft
Do the pop like Salem
Left the dubs and fifties at the crib
Got a knot of Franklins
Fluke plates on the Striker
Hit the spot and change 'em
In the jungle with some beasts
Promise that you not gon' tame 'em
Unfuckwithable, I'm feeling like I'm Ray
Woke up tryna make some hustle music
Feeling like I'm Pay
Fuck a vest
.223s ripping through yo diamond chains
Up before the birds, phone chirping
You can't find a play
Talk about y'all wet? Boy
My bitch got more drip than y'all
Not to mention I'll spend a fifty
When I hit the mall
StanWill'll up the Glockyana if
You piss him off
Why the fuck you say yo
Rollie real? That bitch ticking
Dawg
Unky getting sauce from Colombia, Medellín
Seven 201s, self-scanning, boy
That's seven pings
So much chicken on me
Would've thought I'm selling wings
2022 drop top, you ain't felt this breeze
Yo whole crew pouring green
Y'all the Celtics team
Two thousand dollars just to loan
On the belt and jeans
Hunnid Backwoods
I done fucked up my health this week
I ain't talking 'bout a can of Goya
Unky selling beans
Running off? 7.62s gon' melt his feet
Exotic pop, Wockhardt, and za
I might belch and wheeze
Bitch want some money? These nuts
Like the Welven meme
If you ain't up a milli'
It ain't shit you should be telling me
Good in the hood, bitch
I'm somewhere where the felons be
The word on these European sneaks
Could be in spelling bees
Overlapping comp'
I can't let 'em get ahead of me
Eighty dollar eighthy
You can't this shit for ten a G
I be scamming, brodie with the
Down in Tennessee
From the three I get like Wardell
Spot up on the corner
Send yo big homie towards Hell
Tried to lock us out? Kicked it
Down till the door fell
Might lose a game in this series
Never four L's
2022, I want a froze watch on both wrists
And I'm hitting Hutch to upgrade
The rose gold kit
Not to mention that the white
Buffs make my nose drip
Need yo ass beat
Walking 'round in them bold kit's
Cream soda dreams
Fell asleep off a four of yeah
Nah, for real
Pour a one of this? You gon' go to bed
If I put my BIN in this
Song then I'm going fed
Could get ten jacks off a Pro
Or do a show instead
Working like a ese, getting gifts
Feliz Navidad
Vanilla five hunnid each one
I ain't gotta rob
Six figures off of shit talking
I ain't got a job
Online with more punches than
A fucking octagon
Six star wanted level, live a GTA life
I was scamming
You was tryna get yo GPA right
Punch God walked through
They thought Jesus came twice
Road running late
Ain't stopping till I see some daylight
Lyrics too damn hard
Even Genius ain't right
Old Tron was off noodles
I ain't see a steak bite
Talking 'bout you in the deep? Ain't
Even seen a great white
Kicked out of recess 'cause I
Never seemed to play right
Huh, I was a bad kid
Rap a lil' too fast, stopped doing ad-libs
But, shit
It ain't my fault they can't keep up
Coldest day in January, got the heat tucked
Think I need a new piece
I'm finna see Hutch
Wintertime, summertime, we be sleeved up
Three hunnid dollar plates every
Time we eat lunch
Undefeated first seed shit, you can't see us
You can't beat us
ShittyBoyz, it's one name, you can't be us
They used to ho us back then
Now they need us
Lot of ho shit people pull when you bring up
Ayy, huh, ShittyBoyz
What up, Danny?
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