BabyTron - Beyond Turnt lyrics

(Getta Beats) bitch, yeah
What up, Getta? Damn, fuck, shit, yeah

We be rolling out like some Autobots
I mean Decepticons
BabyTron, she throw the pussy at
Me then I'm Megatron
201s green, I got a vendor, he from Lebanon
Road running
Fill the foreign up down at the Chevron
Five thousand dollar fit
I give the bitch expensive vibes
High as hell getting shoes
I had to guess my size
Mike Jordan tendencies, bitch
I'm the best alive
Winter 2021, it's apply some pressure time
201, one-on-one
I'm at the self-scan tweaking
(yeah, huh, huh) 201, one-on-one
I'm at the self-scan tweaking
I ain't gotta throw a jab
I'll have my mans beat him
Why you taking pics by that
Chally? That's yo mans' Demon
If I blow a whistle
Guarantee that Stan leave 'em
Zip of Runtz in these Ksubi jeans
It got my pants reeking
MacBook, writers, and some
(Fyoo) , it's a scam meeting
Two hunnid dollar joggy, fifty in it
This what scammers do
I'll let the hammer loose
Fuck around and handle you
You be caking with the bitch
I'm finna get my candle blew
Jeff cashed the buffs and then I did
That's a scammer view
Pouring potion in the Lab
It's getting hazardous active road runner
On my way to go and jam some chips
Bible in the trunk
Hope God with me if I crash the whip
I'm a scammer
Unky in the trap with some slabs and bricks
Wide open, game winner
Promise I won't pass this bitch
Asian off the Cookie
Jeremy Lin in a standard clip
I could up some dog shit
I ain't just acting rich
Seen you up at Somerset
Why you wasn't dragging shit?

Flying out flying out to the Bay
Flying to the Bay to link with, huh

Flying to the Bay to link with Ghazi
It's a bag coming hunnid on me
Gotta thank God 'cause I ain't have nothing
Shooter off a 30
Riding 'round tryna crash something
Would've thought this bitch a chopstick
But it's a handgun, huh
Going hard in the paint like Waka
I'm Margiela stepping
Why you hating in the comments?
Don't you work until eleven? Scratch that
Don't you work a motherfucking ten-to-seven?
Acting tough? Doggy probably gon'
Get sent to Heaven huh, buffs on my face
I ain't bench pressing
Huh, five plus with it, Nike Tech veteran
Huh, unky wrist golden
Swear that he a rec's legend
Two thousand dollar fit's in high school
I was the best dressing
Glocky with the switch, it's fully auto
Call it StanWill
You don't know yo damn pills, boy
That's a Advil better lay yo' dumbass down
Or better stand still it's a stick up
You move a muscle? Get yo' mans killed
Pants filled up with dog shit
Look like a landfill doggy out his beans
Talking shit gon' get his can peeled
On the opps block
They ain't never heard a Lamb' squeal
Heavyweight punch title, bitch, I'm
The champ still, huh
Team full of bullies, beam on the fully
Exotic flower on me
Please do not swing me no Cookie
Bitch, you got a OnlyFans
Don't try to swing me no pussy
Hutch charms got me cold than a bitch
Swing me a hoodie fuck, I'm cold hearted
Ice in my veins like D'Angelo
Fully aim it at his melon
I'll bust his cantaloupe
Sucks that you broke
I know you sick you can't reach the antidote
Riding on this wave like a pirate?
I'll let the cannon blow

Huh, ShittyBoyz