BabyTron, StanWill, TrDee, Chicken P - BandCamp lyrics

Aight, huh, yeah yeah
Yeah, ayy ayy

It's big Chick, yeah, bitch
I'm with the ShittyBoyz
Bought a store with two chains
On like Tity Boi i'll make a bad bitch eat
Dick till she dizzy
I don't watch Digimon, I drop
Grams on my digi, boy
I'll take the off the
Make it make plenty noise
Whole car, what she roll down the window for?
Pass me my coat
Brought the Draky with me in the store
Got a ten then look back at
My bitch like we finna go

28 Amiris, dub show got me pigeon-toed
Play book out
Should I pick a roll or give and go?
My blood cousin see me up the blues like
"What you Cripping for?"
Nitro in the engine of this fucker
So the whip gon' float
Scoring back to back in them stores
Where's my Grand Badge?
AR with the titties on it
Shoot it till my hand cramp
Glock got a drum on that
Bitch like it's Bandcamp
Got some hot heads
Set the play and get them ransacked

Track Sport Eco
I could fuck around and switch modes
Bitch won't even ask me for a penny
I got rich hoes feel like Magic Mike
You won't catch me 'less I'm with poles
Either bag dragging or I'm
Counting blue strips whole
Ayy, fast cash, baby, but my opps
They got lil' chicken
Shot him once, he ain't die
Now gang up the tripping
'Wood got Dee on the Milky Way
Funny it's Skittles in it
Funny how they pass the rock to unc'
But he ain't dribble with it

Funny how I'm always with some chicken
I'm with Chicken P
Told lil' baby, "Yes, I live that life
You tryna come and see?"
Then I bet you she gon' want to ride it
She gon' hardly meet
Damn, Tron, this the sixth 'Wood
I can hardly see you can get some hair
Last thing you getting is a ring
Why the fuck we steady play with
Sticks like this the major league?
And I think the choppa came with legs
It's like a centipede
If yo body's higher than yo age
Then I can't get between

I got the whole house lit
Like a Christmas tree
Got a bag like Saint Nick
Don't try to nickel me
How I'm feeling Monclers like I
Might get a mink attachment died on me
Took some cover then I switched the beam

Huh, I'm a scammer
Chicken, he a chemist, he could cook it up
Only time the opps could ever see me
When they look me up

If that stack is nowhere near a ten
You need to put it up
'Fore you try to talk about the shirt
You need to look it up