BabyTron - Day In Ferndale lyrics
BabyTron [James Edward Johnson IV] Ypsilanti, Michigan. U.S.
[BabyTron - Day In Ferndale lyrics]
(Ayo, Mark A) huh
Loose Cannon and Wealthy shopping
I'm in Ferndale
Three-five of uh, you still scrumbling
Tryna burn tails was loading Bitcoin
Always missed the first bell
Winning now, still humble from my first L
Winning now, turned my first L into a lesson
Shooting down south for that sack
Like a Houston Texan
Ten moves ahead, checkmate
Catch me Louis stepping
Time for a third charm
You know Hutch gon' do the pendant
Cartiers on, buffed up, bitch
I'm heavy pressing
Doggy hit the crib fucked up, blowing reggie
Stressing who the fuck your jeweler is?
Tuck that petty necklace
Thousand dollar kicks, you see me with 'em
Then I bеt he stepping
I just walk into the booth and
Tеll you how I'm living
You a superhero to the hoes
I'm chilling 'round the villains
Thought I lost my mind, was looking for it
Then I found some chicken
Lamb' truck in Cali'
Catch me playing out of town ridiculous
Six of Wocky, drop it in a Red Ruby Squirt
Pocket full of pape'
My friends dead like I'm Uzi Vert
Leaving Somerset, I had to up my Gucci shirt
Bitch said three words when
She seen me, "Ooh, he turnt"
Said four words back like, "Bitch
You kinda ugly" heard being broke a joke
But I ain't never find it funny
I just wake my ass up and
Go and find some money
Fourteen hundred on the kicks
The soles kind of bloody charged up
Got my bitch cooking up like Bulma
Unky doing turnarounds with
Them what you-call-it's
When I was down, they ain't answer
Now they know I'll never call 'em
Stacking up leashes for these hoes 'cause
You know I dog 'em
Hit the corner store, I got an Everfresh
SB, DSM, bitch, we forever stepping
Tryna wrestle? I got something that's
Gon' end the wrestling
Pack-A-Punch the AR-15, this a special weapon
I might go OT and never come back
Lil' freak bitch
I'm in her walls like a thumbtack
Talking 'bout he upped some dogshit
He need that one cap
Heard they stuck, can't relate
I'm finna run laps
Designer bag full of shit
Pull it out and act an ass
Late night sliding
Rifle got a flash attached fraud guy
Walking out of Chase with a bag of cash
I don't sell weed, but when I do
I'm Mister Tax-His-Ass
Huh, ayy, Shitty Boyz
(Hold on, I'm 'bout to come in)
(Ayo, Mark A)
Loose Cannon and Wealthy shopping
I'm in Ferndale
Three-five of uh, you still scrumbling
Tryna burn tails was loading Bitcoin
Always missed the first bell
Winning now, still humble from my first L
Winning now, turned my first L into a lesson
Shooting down south for that sack
Like a Houston Texan
Ten moves ahead, checkmate
Catch me Louis stepping
Time for a third charm
You know Hutch gon' do the pendant
Cartiers on, buffed up, bitch
I'm heavy pressing
Doggy hit the crib fucked up, blowing reggie
Stressing who the fuck your jeweler is?
Tuck that petty necklace
Thousand dollar kicks, you see me with 'em
Then I bеt he stepping
I just walk into the booth and
Tеll you how I'm living
You a superhero to the hoes
I'm chilling 'round the villains
Thought I lost my mind, was looking for it
Then I found some chicken
Lamb' truck in Cali'
Catch me playing out of town ridiculous
Six of Wocky, drop it in a Red Ruby Squirt
Pocket full of pape'
My friends dead like I'm Uzi Vert
Leaving Somerset, I had to up my Gucci shirt
Bitch said three words when
She seen me, "Ooh, he turnt"
Said four words back like, "Bitch
You kinda ugly" heard being broke a joke
But I ain't never find it funny
I just wake my ass up and
Go and find some money
Fourteen hundred on the kicks
The soles kind of bloody charged up
Got my bitch cooking up like Bulma
Unky doing turnarounds with
Them what you-call-it's
When I was down, they ain't answer
Now they know I'll never call 'em
Stacking up leashes for these hoes 'cause
You know I dog 'em
Hit the corner store, I got an Everfresh
SB, DSM, bitch, we forever stepping
Tryna wrestle? I got something that's
Gon' end the wrestling
Pack-A-Punch the AR-15, this a special weapon
I might go OT and never come back
Lil' freak bitch
I'm in her walls like a thumbtack
Talking 'bout he upped some dogshit
He need that one cap
Heard they stuck, can't relate
I'm finna run laps
Designer bag full of shit
Pull it out and act an ass
Late night sliding
Rifle got a flash attached fraud guy
Walking out of Chase with a bag of cash
I don't sell weed, but when I do
I'm Mister Tax-His-Ass
Huh, ayy, Shitty Boyz
(Hold on, I'm 'bout to come in)
(Ayo, Mark A)