BabyTron - Bag Szn (feat. AllStar JR) lyrics
BabyTron [James Edward Johnson IV] Ypsilanti, Michigan. U.S.
[BabyTron - Bag Szn feat. AllStar JR lyrics]
(L-L-L-Let's get a bag, Chill going crazy)
(It's Lando, yo bitch know, don't
Let yo bitch go, nigga)
Ayy
Talking to my plug, "Can I punch 'bows?"
I can't cheat
my bitch crazy and she punch hoes
Yo bitch dropping her location like come on
'Fore I cut you off
You a bitch that I'ma cum on
Hoes used to talk crazy, they on hush mode
Let me find out this bitch
Heard I'm the Punch GOAT (Ha)
Zap his ass with this new pack a punch pole
Rock him for a band with
Two sticks like a drumroll
One whip, two chops, we spinning the block
(Spinning)
Two men, a hunnid shots, we spinning his top
(Bow) i'm on everything these niggas is not
With a strap last year and
Now niggas is dying (Woo)
You feel that lead, right? You
Could feel yo legs, right?
Beefing with Art, you ain't
Finna pop up dead, right?
Know it's green if we see you at a red light
Both scopes on a nigga
Them bitches like headlights
You see that ballcap, doggy? Throw it on
Forgot the Glock at the crib
I'ma throw a bomb (Boom)
Spint the block and caught an
Opp like a Pokémon
Step in the strip and see the bangs, bitch
You know it's Tron a hunnid death threats
Why I ain't dead yet?
Won't chase a bitch unless she
Truck drives for FedEx
Pissed-ass, broke-ass, in yo bed stressed
Can't relate
I'm flying with a thirty dollar headrest
New deal offer I ain't even read yet
Heard yo man signed for a chain and a bed set
I got a white boy, I be serving ten packs
Get yo bitch drunk
Wake her up with a stained back
Yeah, I punch and I rap, Def Jam Vendetta
And my new bitch cold, look like Cinderella
Fire work with this card, I can get whatever
Sent fifteen out the rocket, boy
That's a Clint Capela (Bow)
Put a circle on a nigga like he Westbrook
(That's a donut)
So you really wasting time on yo left hook?
If the lamb chops suck, get the chef cooked
Scholar with the scam shit
I wasn't reading textbooks
He ain't ashamed
One of mans be popping blues
He ain't ashamed 'cause he gon'
End up popping you
You could be Dwayne Johnson
Couldn't rock with you
Thinking you a star? The
Chop got telescopic view let's get a what?
Let's get a bag
Tron, we damn near fucked this bitch up
Ayy, ayy ayy, ayy, ayy
(It's Lando, yo bitch know, don't
Let yo bitch go, nigga)
Ayy
Talking to my plug, "Can I punch 'bows?"
I can't cheat
my bitch crazy and she punch hoes
Yo bitch dropping her location like come on
'Fore I cut you off
You a bitch that I'ma cum on
Hoes used to talk crazy, they on hush mode
Let me find out this bitch
Heard I'm the Punch GOAT (Ha)
Zap his ass with this new pack a punch pole
Rock him for a band with
Two sticks like a drumroll
One whip, two chops, we spinning the block
(Spinning)
Two men, a hunnid shots, we spinning his top
(Bow) i'm on everything these niggas is not
With a strap last year and
Now niggas is dying (Woo)
You feel that lead, right? You
Could feel yo legs, right?
Beefing with Art, you ain't
Finna pop up dead, right?
Know it's green if we see you at a red light
Both scopes on a nigga
Them bitches like headlights
You see that ballcap, doggy? Throw it on
Forgot the Glock at the crib
I'ma throw a bomb (Boom)
Spint the block and caught an
Opp like a Pokémon
Step in the strip and see the bangs, bitch
You know it's Tron a hunnid death threats
Why I ain't dead yet?
Won't chase a bitch unless she
Truck drives for FedEx
Pissed-ass, broke-ass, in yo bed stressed
Can't relate
I'm flying with a thirty dollar headrest
New deal offer I ain't even read yet
Heard yo man signed for a chain and a bed set
I got a white boy, I be serving ten packs
Get yo bitch drunk
Wake her up with a stained back
Yeah, I punch and I rap, Def Jam Vendetta
And my new bitch cold, look like Cinderella
Fire work with this card, I can get whatever
Sent fifteen out the rocket, boy
That's a Clint Capela (Bow)
Put a circle on a nigga like he Westbrook
(That's a donut)
So you really wasting time on yo left hook?
If the lamb chops suck, get the chef cooked
Scholar with the scam shit
I wasn't reading textbooks
He ain't ashamed
One of mans be popping blues
He ain't ashamed 'cause he gon'
End up popping you
You could be Dwayne Johnson
Couldn't rock with you
Thinking you a star? The
Chop got telescopic view let's get a what?
Let's get a bag
Tron, we damn near fucked this bitch up
Ayy, ayy ayy, ayy, ayy