BabyTron - Awful Lotta Yeah lyrics

(Enrgy made this one)

Heavy on the drank, light up on the pistol
Heavy on the drank, boy, I don't need no ice
Took his ice like, "Shit
You could keep your life"
Where you from? What you wearing?
I ain't see yo stripes
On the classic side of things
I'm in here pouring lean on Sprite
On the other side of things
Might switch up to the cream soda
If I sip it, boy, it's red or purple
I don't drink Yoda
Tell 'em sick you, once he get to biting
Throw my dawg a treat
Shit, turn yo pocket inside out
I heard that talk is cheap
Wrist full of V's, call a plumber
It's a faucet leak
I got the full payment on me
I won't even talk a lease
Went and got it limo tinted
I'm just living cautiously
Out here sipping re-rock? You
Living life nauseously (Uh)
Twelve flicked the foreign and asked
If I was smoking pot
Bro'll turn your Scatty to a
Striker if the door's unlocked (Skrrt)
I just met Jorge at the loading dock
Road running
Flying home like I got a show to watch
All I know in pour is drop (Brrt)
High as hell
I poured a four of Wock' by four o'clock
(Damn) if you know the spot then pull up
It's an open shot
Brodie catching bodies back to back to back
To back to back to back
He need a golden chop (Brrt)
Warriors on me, this ain't Golden State
Cuddy route running
Touching down like he Golden Tate
The worst thing to be is stuck froze in place
(yeah)
Pull up to the scene, up pole and spray
(Brrt) told the gang if it's up
I'm one phone away (Brrt)
My cleats tight
I'm in the field to jump on a play
(Come here)
It's only ten AM, this blunt full today
(Phew) bitch, I'm on my grind
Like I'm Tech Decking
I'll send them soldiers out
Like a text message
I remember Western Union with
The test questions
I remember I ain't stacked a thing
That was the best lesson
I remember back when it was acky
I ain't sip quali'
You better purchase helmets
We don't shoot to hit bodies
Sick his Presidential ticking
He done copped a Mitt Romney
Designer wrapped around my head, clutching
On the Drac', bitch, call me "big akhi"
In here wrestling with these RtAs, bitch
It might get sloppy (Shit)
On stage, I refuse to let you Chris Rock me
(Shit) all these damn cuss words
They can't Kidz Bop me
All I gotta say is one
Word and it'll get choppy
V's on my neck, they dancing like a TikToker
Wake up, throw it on
I'm what you consider a drip dropper
I was horsing back in school
You got bullied and switched lockers (Lame)
This the winner's circle (Phew)
This ain't grape Kool-Aid
I'm in here sipping purple (Phew)
Every obstacle, shit, is getting hurdled
(Phew) we'll wet 'em with them shells
Treat this bitch like Squirtle (Phew)
I thought that you was out here scoring
Show it (Brrt)
Expensive pants on my legs, Warren Lotas
(Brrt) on the road off a P
Hop in that Ford and focus (Brrt)
In the lab with Lando
In here pouring potions (Brrt)

Dub on me like I'm Desto
Off a lot of cough syrup, look like Pepto
You was sipping par, was one up like a birdie
Brodie off Tris Tomp, one blunt, and a thirty