BabyTron - Call On You lyrics

(RJ always tripping, man, RJ always tripping)

You wasn't there when I called on you, huh
So now I gotta ball on you
Nike tech full of shit, watch me jog on you
The bag in the air, gotta do the Moss on you
Ran off with the bag, now the Hawks on you
Told my side bitch like
"My bitch'll put the paws on you"
Gang full of hellhounds, put my dawgs on you
Givenchy tee, euro step, finna sauce on you

Off the Runtz, feel like Darth Vader
You better tuck the white hoes
Before Art take 'em
Seen dawg at the function
Had his heart racing
If I see the opps, like my hair
I'll start banging
Threesome with two dimes, yeah
I'm big turnt let me find out you smoke
Tails till yo lips burnt
Huh, ran it up hard as fuck
Thеy need to switch turfs
God, forgive me, all them fraud trips
I skip church this a hunnid roundеr
Who this bitch gon' hit first?
Twenty-eight Amiri stuffed with salad
Now my hips hurt
Slam dunking yo freak, this a big vert
You see that chip reader? Take
A card and insert
I don't serve fiends, bitch
I'm eating off of Apple bricks
You need a big-ass hat, Colin Kaepernick
I think yo bitch wanna
Fuck 'cause I'm talented
I think Stan got a aimbot, that boy accurate
Punch God, yes, yes, I'm immaculate
Lil' bitch playing with my
Balls like she practicing
When it's beef, you duck, on some Daffy shit
I'll have the Glock chokeslam you
I ain't grappling
In outer space, got a deuce in my moon mist
Dusty-ass boy, threw his ass a broomstick
Ran through six toothpicks in Ruth Chris
Turn a blue strip to a, I got the blueprint
Chilly moe, I got every tech known to man
I done seen it all
I ain't never have an open hand
Oh, you wanna fight? Come on, throw 'em then
Nah, for real
Use yo head 'fore we blow it in
Big-ass Guccis got me tripping like I'm RJ
I turn nothing into something
Feeling like I'm Scarface
The whole gang rocking BAPE, bitch
This the shark way
"What the fuck do you do?", bitch
I do card play

You wasn't there when I called on you, huh
So now I gotta ball on you
Nike tech full of shit, watch me jog on you
The bag in the air, gotta do the Moss on you
Ran off with the bag, now the Hawks on you
Told my side bitch like
"My bitch'll put the paws on you"
Gang full of hellhounds, put my dawgs on you
Givenchy tee, euro step, finna sauce on you

She like
"Who that white boy? He fresh as dog shit"
I know she lost her nugget when
I pulled out dog shit
Looking like a treasure map, on some Off shit
Teacher asked what I do, I said talk shit
Hit her with a spin move
I'm the Blender Man if you got hoes
Get the fuck off of Tinder then
Stan pull up in that black tech
Look like Slender Man
Yo main bitch calls me for dick
You the Pencil Man
Looking in the mirror, "Hi
Mister I Don't Give A Fuck"
She can get two good minutes
She can't get a nut i'm charged up
You slowed down like some Indica
Route hotter than Afghanistan
Had to switch it up

Ayy dumbass
Ayy, had to switch it up ayy, ayy, ayy
ShittyBoyz
You wasn't there when I called on you, huh
So now I gotta ball on you
Nike tech full of shit, watch me jog on you
The bag in the air, gotta do the Moss on you
Ran off with the bag, now the Hawks on you
Told my side bitch like
"My bitch'll put the paws on you"
Gang full of hellhounds, put my dawgs on you
Givenchy tee, euro step, finna sauce on you
Ayy, yeah, we in that one bag