BabyTron, Brisco Bands - Actions Speak Louder lyrics
BabyTron [James Edward Johnson IV] Ypsilanti, Michigan. U.S.
[BabyTron, Brisco Bands - Actions Speak Louder lyrics]
Brisco we gon' take 'em back with this one
Huh? Listen (Whew, ShittyBoyz)
Runnin' to the bag like
A motherfuckin' track meet
Please don't act up
I'ma blow you back with that heat
Foreign whip drivin', digi' dash
Do the max speed
Movin' like I'm staked out
She will never catch me
Flexin' in my Gucci draws, Bobby Lashley
Hoes love me 'cause they say a nigga flashy
Designer all up on me
Lookin' smoother than Max B
All my shooters ridin' with me
Down to the chassis
Y'all smokin' on that boof pack
That's so nasty love her, get a booty
But you gotta act classy fuck her
Now she screamin' 'til her voice gеt raspy
Used to call me Brisco, now she call mе daddy
Fuck all that crazy talk, drop the addy
Couldn't be me, boy, that fuzzy shit past me
Told me you love me now, bitch, you is lyin'
Low money fast, bitch, my pockets is flyin'
Told me you love me now, bitch, you is lyin'
Low money fast, bitch, my pockets is flyin'
Do it with ease, bitch, I ain't even tryin'
Icy from head to toe, you see the shine
Get to the sack like I end the D-line
Give me two nickels, I only fuck dimes
Stay 'way from fakes 'cause I
Don't got the time
Snap on the beat then I pass it to Tron
Whew, ShittyBoyz
Too evil with this punch like the Cobra Kai
Pray to God the clerk don't need an override
If it's green
I'm comin' back four more times
Hit him with a hundred shots
Bet that his soul gon' fly
Pieces hittin' from the Mitten all
The way to Jersey
Grab my MacBook and call a AC-130
Fake ID in Walmart, you can call me Ernie
Just gave his bitch some fire
Dick off a couple Perkies
This bitch damn near a soul toucher
Straight to the racks, ain't got no jumper
OT like Looney Tunes, I'm a road runner
Could've been a hoop star
But I'm a pro puncher
They can't do what I do
They supposed to hate
When I walk into the bank
Can't make no mistakes foreign whips
Cost a hundred for an oil change
Slapped a clip in it, shoot a movie like I'm
Huh? Listen (Whew, ShittyBoyz)
Runnin' to the bag like
A motherfuckin' track meet
Please don't act up
I'ma blow you back with that heat
Foreign whip drivin', digi' dash
Do the max speed
Movin' like I'm staked out
She will never catch me
Flexin' in my Gucci draws, Bobby Lashley
Hoes love me 'cause they say a nigga flashy
Designer all up on me
Lookin' smoother than Max B
All my shooters ridin' with me
Down to the chassis
Y'all smokin' on that boof pack
That's so nasty love her, get a booty
But you gotta act classy fuck her
Now she screamin' 'til her voice gеt raspy
Used to call me Brisco, now she call mе daddy
Fuck all that crazy talk, drop the addy
Couldn't be me, boy, that fuzzy shit past me
Told me you love me now, bitch, you is lyin'
Low money fast, bitch, my pockets is flyin'
Told me you love me now, bitch, you is lyin'
Low money fast, bitch, my pockets is flyin'
Do it with ease, bitch, I ain't even tryin'
Icy from head to toe, you see the shine
Get to the sack like I end the D-line
Give me two nickels, I only fuck dimes
Stay 'way from fakes 'cause I
Don't got the time
Snap on the beat then I pass it to Tron
Whew, ShittyBoyz
Too evil with this punch like the Cobra Kai
Pray to God the clerk don't need an override
If it's green
I'm comin' back four more times
Hit him with a hundred shots
Bet that his soul gon' fly
Pieces hittin' from the Mitten all
The way to Jersey
Grab my MacBook and call a AC-130
Fake ID in Walmart, you can call me Ernie
Just gave his bitch some fire
Dick off a couple Perkies
This bitch damn near a soul toucher
Straight to the racks, ain't got no jumper
OT like Looney Tunes, I'm a road runner
Could've been a hoop star
But I'm a pro puncher
They can't do what I do
They supposed to hate
When I walk into the bank
Can't make no mistakes foreign whips
Cost a hundred for an oil change
Slapped a clip in it, shoot a movie like I'm