BabyTron - DEO lyrics
BabyTron [James Edward Johnson IV] Ypsilanti, Michigan. U.S.
[BabyTron - DEO lyrics]
I don’t know the price on the
Lobster gotta ask the market
Early in the AM I’m riding in an Aston Martin
Twitter hacked
If you bought a feature boy you half retarded
Some days it feel like everybody hating
Everybody round you snake, everybody faking
DSM charm on the way
You know that Hunchy made it
You was chasing hoes I was out money chasing
Left them with the funny face
I just left Hollywood the show
It was sold out offensive lineman
You ain't running no routes
Yeah I used to be a rookie I'm the pro now
I'm GOAT now and they don’t know how
Unky charged up off the
Beans like they senzus shit, he over 9000
In the club turnt shitty charm
Off the test tubes
Mike Amiri's I might throw a dime out em
Goose with the fur shit I look Norwegian
Ima spend at least a 5
Ball step foot in Neiman's
Nike tech, Nike tech it's the jugging season
They was Ray Charles to the vision
Guess they couldn’t see it
(that's unfortunate)
Had that chicken on me in the
84 I hit Hattie B's
You a turn around and miss the
Shot like you Swaggy P
4 wocky got me wobbling round
Like it's Happy Feet
100 rounder cooked dog like he got ashy knees
Ima stick to the skinnies why
You got on saggy jeans
Got a stick in my skinnies don’t
Make me grab the heat
I'm just winning I don’t give a
Fuck if they mad at me tell em grab a seat
In my angel eye you can catch me rolling loud
I might hop on stage without a
Mic and just blow a pound
Talkin bout the plug, I a hoe you
You ain't sold an ounce
Hoppin out the coupe
Roscoe Dash bitch I'm showing out
Why you always talking bout shit
You don’t know about
How I get a scuff on these
Kicks I gotta throw em out
GTA lifestyle I'm just roaming round
It get cold where Im at that’s
Why the coat a thou
Don't be surprised if I end up XXL
Gotta cut em off the team
That’s another test failed
Two packs of woods
Three good and the rest stale
Why you gotta bag I think you
Praying on your next sale
Inhale, exhale I see the stress leave my body
So many horses in the whip
I feel like Kemosabe high as hell
By 3 o clock poured a 3 of wocky chop on me
And hell nah I ain't finna eat hibachi
Shooter pull em up and drop em
Off shit he think he Bruce
Doin 160 I might die tryna swing the coupe
2022 type shit don’t need a key to use
Megatron on the way im finna leave em spooked
Lobster gotta ask the market
Early in the AM I’m riding in an Aston Martin
Twitter hacked
If you bought a feature boy you half retarded
Some days it feel like everybody hating
Everybody round you snake, everybody faking
DSM charm on the way
You know that Hunchy made it
You was chasing hoes I was out money chasing
Left them with the funny face
I just left Hollywood the show
It was sold out offensive lineman
You ain't running no routes
Yeah I used to be a rookie I'm the pro now
I'm GOAT now and they don’t know how
Unky charged up off the
Beans like they senzus shit, he over 9000
In the club turnt shitty charm
Off the test tubes
Mike Amiri's I might throw a dime out em
Goose with the fur shit I look Norwegian
Ima spend at least a 5
Ball step foot in Neiman's
Nike tech, Nike tech it's the jugging season
They was Ray Charles to the vision
Guess they couldn’t see it
(that's unfortunate)
Had that chicken on me in the
84 I hit Hattie B's
You a turn around and miss the
Shot like you Swaggy P
4 wocky got me wobbling round
Like it's Happy Feet
100 rounder cooked dog like he got ashy knees
Ima stick to the skinnies why
You got on saggy jeans
Got a stick in my skinnies don’t
Make me grab the heat
I'm just winning I don’t give a
Fuck if they mad at me tell em grab a seat
In my angel eye you can catch me rolling loud
I might hop on stage without a
Mic and just blow a pound
Talkin bout the plug, I a hoe you
You ain't sold an ounce
Hoppin out the coupe
Roscoe Dash bitch I'm showing out
Why you always talking bout shit
You don’t know about
How I get a scuff on these
Kicks I gotta throw em out
GTA lifestyle I'm just roaming round
It get cold where Im at that’s
Why the coat a thou
Don't be surprised if I end up XXL
Gotta cut em off the team
That’s another test failed
Two packs of woods
Three good and the rest stale
Why you gotta bag I think you
Praying on your next sale
Inhale, exhale I see the stress leave my body
So many horses in the whip
I feel like Kemosabe high as hell
By 3 o clock poured a 3 of wocky chop on me
And hell nah I ain't finna eat hibachi
Shooter pull em up and drop em
Off shit he think he Bruce
Doin 160 I might die tryna swing the coupe
2022 type shit don’t need a key to use
Megatron on the way im finna leave em spooked