BabyTron - Cade Cunningham lyrics
BabyTron [James Edward Johnson IV] Ypsilanti, Michigan. U.S.
[BabyTron - Cade Cunningham lyrics]
(Oh, it wasn't produced by RJ?
Throw the beat away)
Yeah, listen, bitch, yeah
Bro stacking
Throwing gang signs quicker than Itachi
Pouring cups of red
Feel like big Clifford sipping Wocky
At the self-scan with some
Hitters like I'm Rocky
Popping out, I don't pop pills
But the clip an Oxy'
At the set, drop my bags
Broke the Richter scale
When you with the set, next week
You got fit's for sale
PayPal sauce burnt out
Had to switch to Zelle
You ain't caught a dub in so long
Your name Mister L
Christian Loubs with the spikes
Look like football cleats verse five K
I used to have to go and jugg all week
Young SBDSM, probably took y'all cheese
Team on my back
Tryna make sure the hood all eat
Riding tinted down to Hutch
Finna tint the sticks
Check that off my list, finna hit your bitch
Unky triple up every time
Swear his wrist legit
I was down, but my life a movie, bitch
I flipped the script
Now I got the lead role
I'm feeling like a star
Heard you got a gun, let me guess
You feeling like you hard?
Run up, we gon' send some shots at you
Ain't feeling in your arms
Said she love the diamonds dancing
Got her feeling on my charms
2021 widebody, it's an Auto Show
How the fuck is you the plug?
You never bought a 'bow
Hit him up top, on his top
My shooter brought a drone
Meeting with the scam fam
We don't never talk on phones
Like, dude, who the fuck tryna get indicted?
Hopping off the jet to the Sprinter, bitch
We living private
Pay the hitman the max just to minimize him
Up now, phone slamming
Left my shit on silent
Shit talker, no manners, I'll piss you off
Outer space off the Runtz
One puff'll lift you off
Big shitty, ShittyBoyz, I'm the biggest boss
Alligator sneaks four K, you'll drip Lacoste
Riding in some shit that you can't catch
Cuz said he made a hundred
Whipping out the same reps
Fraud god, six figures off of eight checks
How that job going? Know you pissed
You ain't get paid yet shit, you got a PNC?
If you don't
This conversation probably has to E-N-D
Pop out, flash on every stick, look like TMZ
Living life, twenty hoes in the BNB
Broke as hell
No one in your gang upping bands
Would've got bullied in my school
We made fun of hams
Told the plug, "Let me see
It" then I came running, man
Pulled the buffs out my jacket
Cade Cunningham
Yeah, bitch, ayy
Pulled the buffs out my jacket
Cade Cunningham huh, yeah, bitch
Pulled the, yeah, Cade Cunningham
Broke as hell
No one in your gang upping bands
Would've got bullied in my school
We made fun of hams
Told the plug, "Let me see
It" then I came running, man
Pulled the buffs out my jacket
Cade Cunningham
Huh, ayy, ShittyBoyz huh, ayy
Pulled the buffs out my jacket
Cade Cunningham pulled the buffs out my
Jacket, Cade Cunningham, ayy
Throw the beat away)
Yeah, listen, bitch, yeah
Bro stacking
Throwing gang signs quicker than Itachi
Pouring cups of red
Feel like big Clifford sipping Wocky
At the self-scan with some
Hitters like I'm Rocky
Popping out, I don't pop pills
But the clip an Oxy'
At the set, drop my bags
Broke the Richter scale
When you with the set, next week
You got fit's for sale
PayPal sauce burnt out
Had to switch to Zelle
You ain't caught a dub in so long
Your name Mister L
Christian Loubs with the spikes
Look like football cleats verse five K
I used to have to go and jugg all week
Young SBDSM, probably took y'all cheese
Team on my back
Tryna make sure the hood all eat
Riding tinted down to Hutch
Finna tint the sticks
Check that off my list, finna hit your bitch
Unky triple up every time
Swear his wrist legit
I was down, but my life a movie, bitch
I flipped the script
Now I got the lead role
I'm feeling like a star
Heard you got a gun, let me guess
You feeling like you hard?
Run up, we gon' send some shots at you
Ain't feeling in your arms
Said she love the diamonds dancing
Got her feeling on my charms
2021 widebody, it's an Auto Show
How the fuck is you the plug?
You never bought a 'bow
Hit him up top, on his top
My shooter brought a drone
Meeting with the scam fam
We don't never talk on phones
Like, dude, who the fuck tryna get indicted?
Hopping off the jet to the Sprinter, bitch
We living private
Pay the hitman the max just to minimize him
Up now, phone slamming
Left my shit on silent
Shit talker, no manners, I'll piss you off
Outer space off the Runtz
One puff'll lift you off
Big shitty, ShittyBoyz, I'm the biggest boss
Alligator sneaks four K, you'll drip Lacoste
Riding in some shit that you can't catch
Cuz said he made a hundred
Whipping out the same reps
Fraud god, six figures off of eight checks
How that job going? Know you pissed
You ain't get paid yet shit, you got a PNC?
If you don't
This conversation probably has to E-N-D
Pop out, flash on every stick, look like TMZ
Living life, twenty hoes in the BNB
Broke as hell
No one in your gang upping bands
Would've got bullied in my school
We made fun of hams
Told the plug, "Let me see
It" then I came running, man
Pulled the buffs out my jacket
Cade Cunningham
Yeah, bitch, ayy
Pulled the buffs out my jacket
Cade Cunningham huh, yeah, bitch
Pulled the, yeah, Cade Cunningham
Broke as hell
No one in your gang upping bands
Would've got bullied in my school
We made fun of hams
Told the plug, "Let me see
It" then I came running, man
Pulled the buffs out my jacket
Cade Cunningham
Huh, ayy, ShittyBoyz huh, ayy
Pulled the buffs out my jacket
Cade Cunningham pulled the buffs out my
Jacket, Cade Cunningham, ayy