BabyTron - Cobra Kai lyrics
BabyTron [James Edward Johnson IV] Ypsilanti, Michigan. U.S.
[BabyTron - Cobra Kai lyrics]
Huh, yeah
Slide down and strike first like I'm- bitch
Slide down and strike first like I'm- yeah
(Stupid Dog, I ain't gon' lie
This bitch hard)
Bitch
Slide down and strike first
Like I'm Cobra Kai
Dirty pop and a zip of Runtz, boy
You know I'm high
Cause throwing fours
Know some Bloods out here throwing fives
Sometimes to win, you gotta gamble, pussy
Roll the dice
Bitch, I'm at the nino with the high-rollers
Tripping over hoes? No
I'm balanced like a tightroper
Touch a pendant, boy, your life over
Dog Shit Militia, slide down
Take out five soldiers
Ain't a snake, but I'm cold-blooded
Twelve hours straight
You ain't really out here road running
Overnight, through the air, bitch
The 'bows coming
Cut up into dog like
"Why you looking like you stole something?"
What's in your pockets? Better empty 'em
I ain't like the Gucci flops
I had to Fendi 'em
Roley time
Brodie told Hutch to come and Presi' him
(That's that big face, bitch
Lil' stupid boy)
Doggy ran off
I can't say what I'ma do to boy
Gotta play Wes
Gotta fuck around and shoot to joy
Cartier buffalos on like I'm Juice Leroy
Shooter on a killstreak
Might see a damn nuke deploy
Fuck the haters, boy
I know it hurt they soul to see me win
I can do a verse, sixteen
That's an easy ten
I can tell them buffs kudos
With them cheesy lens
Got on Vlone
But please don't think we friends
Doggy dropped a bag, got some greasy hands
Sneakerhead, ain't you see the
Trunk full of Yeezy
Man?
Jugg tour, head came to me
That's an easy ham
3 AM, made a light dub, did my sleepy dance
I was off a three of Wockiki
Chops with me, finna drop the tint
Pray the opps see me
Own ten in Greenfield, finna go and drop Fiji
Can't go out bad in the verses
I am not Jeezy
Brodie on the roof, he just popped pill two
Finna go and blow the Presi' out
Tron Wilkes Booth
Brodie hitting shots from the corner
He got skill too
Dog was with his main mans, he got killed too
Sad story, can't be us, bitch
We keep 'em round
New jack city, all these phones
Feel like Nino Brown
You ain't got no plays
I got three lines beeping now
Talking 'bout a foreign
But your car don't even growl
(Yeah)
Late night riding, late night thinking
Fuck champagne, celebrating
We be pint drinking
In the sunlight or when it's dark
See the ice gleaming
OT, cops flick me
Told 'em I was sightseeing
Unky in the mountains, no street lights
He high beaming
Japanese steak
Told 'em make sure that the rice seasoned
Or I'ma smack the shit out the chef
Dog shit, dog shit
They pissed that I left a mess
Huh, ShittyBoyz
Huh, huh, they pissed that I left a mess
Dog Shit Militia
You know what the fuck going on
Smack the shit out the chef
Told 'em make sure that the rice seasoned
Out of town, he be high beaming
Bitch, yeah
Slide down and strike first like I'm- bitch
Slide down and strike first like I'm- yeah
(Stupid Dog, I ain't gon' lie
This bitch hard)
Bitch
Slide down and strike first
Like I'm Cobra Kai
Dirty pop and a zip of Runtz, boy
You know I'm high
Cause throwing fours
Know some Bloods out here throwing fives
Sometimes to win, you gotta gamble, pussy
Roll the dice
Bitch, I'm at the nino with the high-rollers
Tripping over hoes? No
I'm balanced like a tightroper
Touch a pendant, boy, your life over
Dog Shit Militia, slide down
Take out five soldiers
Ain't a snake, but I'm cold-blooded
Twelve hours straight
You ain't really out here road running
Overnight, through the air, bitch
The 'bows coming
Cut up into dog like
"Why you looking like you stole something?"
What's in your pockets? Better empty 'em
I ain't like the Gucci flops
I had to Fendi 'em
Roley time
Brodie told Hutch to come and Presi' him
(That's that big face, bitch
Lil' stupid boy)
Doggy ran off
I can't say what I'ma do to boy
Gotta play Wes
Gotta fuck around and shoot to joy
Cartier buffalos on like I'm Juice Leroy
Shooter on a killstreak
Might see a damn nuke deploy
Fuck the haters, boy
I know it hurt they soul to see me win
I can do a verse, sixteen
That's an easy ten
I can tell them buffs kudos
With them cheesy lens
Got on Vlone
But please don't think we friends
Doggy dropped a bag, got some greasy hands
Sneakerhead, ain't you see the
Trunk full of Yeezy
Man?
Jugg tour, head came to me
That's an easy ham
3 AM, made a light dub, did my sleepy dance
I was off a three of Wockiki
Chops with me, finna drop the tint
Pray the opps see me
Own ten in Greenfield, finna go and drop Fiji
Can't go out bad in the verses
I am not Jeezy
Brodie on the roof, he just popped pill two
Finna go and blow the Presi' out
Tron Wilkes Booth
Brodie hitting shots from the corner
He got skill too
Dog was with his main mans, he got killed too
Sad story, can't be us, bitch
We keep 'em round
New jack city, all these phones
Feel like Nino Brown
You ain't got no plays
I got three lines beeping now
Talking 'bout a foreign
But your car don't even growl
(Yeah)
Late night riding, late night thinking
Fuck champagne, celebrating
We be pint drinking
In the sunlight or when it's dark
See the ice gleaming
OT, cops flick me
Told 'em I was sightseeing
Unky in the mountains, no street lights
He high beaming
Japanese steak
Told 'em make sure that the rice seasoned
Or I'ma smack the shit out the chef
Dog shit, dog shit
They pissed that I left a mess
Huh, ShittyBoyz
Huh, huh, they pissed that I left a mess
Dog Shit Militia
You know what the fuck going on
Smack the shit out the chef
Told 'em make sure that the rice seasoned
Out of town, he be high beaming
Bitch, yeah