BabyTron - DoorDash (feat. KrispyLife Kidd, Almighty Suspect, StanWill) lyrics
BabyTron [James Edward Johnson IV] Ypsilanti, Michigan. U.S.
[BabyTron - DoorDash feat. KrispyLife Kidd, Almighty Suspect, StanWill lyrics]
(Jose the Plug) krispyLife
Twenty-seven in the 30, that bitch won't jam
Dawg blew his whole EDD, nigga, get yo mans
You got them petty-ass chains
Should've spent more bands
I'ma diss that lil' bitch
She ain't fit my plan
Moncler coat, give a fuck if it's sunny out
Ho said I'm broke, bitch
Where? Pull the money out
Bought four pints, put 'em up, nigga
Fuck a drought
Do this shit for the bands, nigga
Fuck some clout
Keep the car running
I'm going in and coming out
She about to hit this button
Then I'm up another thousand
You better off fighting
Don't nobody shoot up houses
Strong niggas get left red, Larry the Lobster
That bitch shoot nine bullets
That ain't no chopper in a nigga bushes
Hе thought he seen a Chupacabra
On a loose-ass day I got on Prada
On another loosе-ass day I
Count up twenty thousand
Woke up high as hell
Eggos with the Wockhardt like, shit
It might've been the Runtz and the Pop Tarts
Dunking with the Glock like Drexler
You cannot guard I'm a rock star
Fucking hoes like a pop star
Man, why this bitch just
Call me "Thrustin Bieber"?
Best dressed back in high school
I could've fucked the teacher
Dawg was talking crazy
Now it's fucking maggots underneath him
Running scams up fast as hell
Like a fucking cheetah
Thousand dollar shoes so I
Step like a Jabbawockee
Broke a shin running to the bag, boy
Yo ass be walking
Scammed Jenny out her unemployment
Know her ass was salty
Dropped in and out on my tech
Had to cash a joggy
I think Tron finna cash a Audi
Spice Man, call me "Captain Crunch"
My ass be talking
Think I'm stuck to it, boy
You can't the bag from off me
I could never work a nine-to-five, boy
My ass be frauding
Drop pins, sliding up like Instagram
Every time I drop a song, it's insta bands
Opps slide on my block, we flip them vans
I turned ten to a twenty, I flip my bands
Whole gang up thirty, pandemic where?
Talking way too crazy, man
This shit ain't fair
If my shoes get a crease, get another pair
One nigga touch me nigga there
My ex bitch fucking on an opp
With her poor-ass
Unky bring that food to your
Porch like it's DoorDash
You cannot be the plug if the court asks
Hellcat widebody, bitch, watch me floor dash
Ice boogers on my nose
Unky cooking on a stove
We done shook the fucking
Floor, we'll whoop him, on the folks
I'll put it on my bros
I'll put it on my soul
Back shots have her tapping like
She looking for the ropes
Huh, brodie got the za bagging
Up like he too close
Nah, we don't tweet about the opps, bitch
We shoot those damn, I was sprinting to the
Bag and broke two toes
201s, fire card slam like Manut Bol
How the fuck you ain't sucking dick? Bitch
You too grown
Last bitch sick, how the hell? Bitch, move on
I could flex like I'm Terry Crews
But, I ain't too strong
Punches got me banned from every app
I need a new phone
Definitely not about to kiss yo ass, baby
Move on ayy, put a hole in that
Nigga if he move wrong
I'm just tryna eat until the food gone
I just spelled something out
I did it in a few songs I'm a motherfucking
I was shooting guns before I
Ever developed the jumper
Bad-ass kit, walk around with a thumper
Can tell that shit you rap cap
I don't know who thought it wasn't
Rapper really living? This a dime a dozen
I rap about my real life
I don't find it funny
Bitch, find something to do
Or find some money
Went to school with niggas like you
You are not on nothing
KrispyLife almighty, bitch
ShittyBoyz yeah, okay
Twenty-seven in the 30, that bitch won't jam
Dawg blew his whole EDD, nigga, get yo mans
You got them petty-ass chains
Should've spent more bands
I'ma diss that lil' bitch
She ain't fit my plan
Moncler coat, give a fuck if it's sunny out
Ho said I'm broke, bitch
Where? Pull the money out
Bought four pints, put 'em up, nigga
Fuck a drought
Do this shit for the bands, nigga
Fuck some clout
Keep the car running
I'm going in and coming out
She about to hit this button
Then I'm up another thousand
You better off fighting
Don't nobody shoot up houses
Strong niggas get left red, Larry the Lobster
That bitch shoot nine bullets
That ain't no chopper in a nigga bushes
Hе thought he seen a Chupacabra
On a loose-ass day I got on Prada
On another loosе-ass day I
Count up twenty thousand
Woke up high as hell
Eggos with the Wockhardt like, shit
It might've been the Runtz and the Pop Tarts
Dunking with the Glock like Drexler
You cannot guard I'm a rock star
Fucking hoes like a pop star
Man, why this bitch just
Call me "Thrustin Bieber"?
Best dressed back in high school
I could've fucked the teacher
Dawg was talking crazy
Now it's fucking maggots underneath him
Running scams up fast as hell
Like a fucking cheetah
Thousand dollar shoes so I
Step like a Jabbawockee
Broke a shin running to the bag, boy
Yo ass be walking
Scammed Jenny out her unemployment
Know her ass was salty
Dropped in and out on my tech
Had to cash a joggy
I think Tron finna cash a Audi
Spice Man, call me "Captain Crunch"
My ass be talking
Think I'm stuck to it, boy
You can't the bag from off me
I could never work a nine-to-five, boy
My ass be frauding
Drop pins, sliding up like Instagram
Every time I drop a song, it's insta bands
Opps slide on my block, we flip them vans
I turned ten to a twenty, I flip my bands
Whole gang up thirty, pandemic where?
Talking way too crazy, man
This shit ain't fair
If my shoes get a crease, get another pair
One nigga touch me nigga there
My ex bitch fucking on an opp
With her poor-ass
Unky bring that food to your
Porch like it's DoorDash
You cannot be the plug if the court asks
Hellcat widebody, bitch, watch me floor dash
Ice boogers on my nose
Unky cooking on a stove
We done shook the fucking
Floor, we'll whoop him, on the folks
I'll put it on my bros
I'll put it on my soul
Back shots have her tapping like
She looking for the ropes
Huh, brodie got the za bagging
Up like he too close
Nah, we don't tweet about the opps, bitch
We shoot those damn, I was sprinting to the
Bag and broke two toes
201s, fire card slam like Manut Bol
How the fuck you ain't sucking dick? Bitch
You too grown
Last bitch sick, how the hell? Bitch, move on
I could flex like I'm Terry Crews
But, I ain't too strong
Punches got me banned from every app
I need a new phone
Definitely not about to kiss yo ass, baby
Move on ayy, put a hole in that
Nigga if he move wrong
I'm just tryna eat until the food gone
I just spelled something out
I did it in a few songs I'm a motherfucking
I was shooting guns before I
Ever developed the jumper
Bad-ass kit, walk around with a thumper
Can tell that shit you rap cap
I don't know who thought it wasn't
Rapper really living? This a dime a dozen
I rap about my real life
I don't find it funny
Bitch, find something to do
Or find some money
Went to school with niggas like you
You are not on nothing
KrispyLife almighty, bitch
ShittyBoyz yeah, okay