BabyTron - Area 51 lyrics

BabyTron [ames Edward Johnson II] Ypsilanti, Michigan. U.S.

[BabyTron - Area 51 lyrics]

Uh
Ayy
Huh (Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do 'em like that?)

Us against the whole human race, bitch
We aliens
Four figure coat
Can't you see this bitch Canadian?
Bitch want some dick? I'ma
Charge her like LaDainian
Hutch chains got me freezing
Like I'm Scandinavian
Dubs, fifties, blue strip hunnids
Ain't no ones or fives
Zombie off the Wocky, pop a RP and come alive
'Hawk in the winter
Hellkitty for the summertime
Waiting in yo bushes, take too long and I'ma
(Yeah, come inside)

Rocked his ass to bed
Glockiana sung a lullaby
Akhi sliding with a rocket launcher
RondoNumbaNine
Tronalations 1: 1, you cannot fuck with I
Deuce or better
Can't remember last time I drunk a line
I been scamming since the I6
Life lit, off of shit talking got a ice kit
Five thousand dollar fit, when I walk, I drip
Living on the edge
Pray for me 'cause I might slip
Catch me hopping out, old pape'
Pistol newest gen'
Pretty bitch, her attitude the meanest
She the rudest ten
EDD finished
Unky fucking with the food again
Drop topping, fuck the death threats
Come and do it then
Been had it, been scamming, been jamming
Been active
Every time dawg in the studio, he big capping
Whip fast, on the interstate zig-zagging
Spent a day on the opps'
Block and ain't shit happened

Us against the whole human race, bitch
We aliens
Four figure coat
Can't you see this bitch Canadian?
Bitch want some dick? I'ma
Charge her like LaDainian
Hutch chains got me freezing
Like I'm Scandinavian
Dubs, fifties, blue strip hunnids
Ain't no ones or fives
Zombie off the Wocky, pop a RP and come alive
'Hawk in the winter
Hellkitty for the summertime
Waiting in yo bushes, take too long and I'ma
(Yeah, come inside)

Plug got that Medellín work, Pablo Escobar
On the dark web
Probably finna pop yo debit card
Skrrting in some foreign shit
This not no rental car
.223s fighting for me
I am not gon' wrestle hard
Talking 'bout you trap? Couldn't flip
It on a trampoline
Finna grab the keys, off the Wock'
I might crash the sleeve
Vanguard weapons
Chopstick got a flash and beam
Tried to prove a point, now you broke
Should've stacked some cheese
White Cartiers, ice in 'em
I done caught a cold
No matter what the crowd yelling
I'ma ball for sure
Probably in the hood around felons
Chilling off a four
Big bank versus little bank
I hope you brought a row
Deadstock Man
Throw 'em out if I step in gum
Grinding for that one big house
I'm like Reverend Run
Lil' bro tryna earn a stripe
Finna test his gun
Touch a hair on me? Bet the
Gang bringing red with rum

Us against the whole human race, bitch
We aliens
Four figure coat
Can't you see this bitch Canadian?
Bitch want some dick? I'ma
Charge her like LaDainian
Hutch chains got me freezing
Like I'm Scandinavian
Dubs, fifties, blue strip hunnids
Ain't no ones or fives
Zombie off the Wocky, pop a RP and come alive
'Hawk in the winter
Hellkitty for the summertime
Waiting in yo bushes, take too long and I'ma
(Yeah, come inside)

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