BabyTron - Double Trouble (feat. Driveway Baby) lyrics

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Lil' bitch, I'm smoking Skittles
I can taste the rainbow
Xbox, ganked his dumbass
I done gave him halo
2016 Don C, no, them ain't no Kangols
I done did his car so dirty
I should pay for Maaco
Yo bitch made my legs weak, damn
My shit can't function
You was blowing up her phone? Buddy
I was face humping
Twenty-three shots in his chest
He LeBron James cousin
That lil' bitch keep looking at me
Smell a "hey" coming
I ain't say nothing 'cause my
'Gram got a blue check
Ain't gotta save nothing, bitch, I scam
This a blue check
Smoking Runtz, Cookie Monster shit
Blue Louis crewneck driveway, if it hit
Fuck around and do the two step
Mm hmm, verifying off of two steps
Why the fuck the Scat got more
Hammers than a tool shed?
Bitch, I'm big dripping
I'm the type to leave the pool drenched
If you catch me scrumble in my pockets
Still don't need yo two cents
Loose lips? Mm-mm
I'll smack a flame out you
Give a fuck if yo granddad chilling
Smack the cane off you
Give a fuck if yo unky serving
I'll take his 'cane from you
Widebody, 140, mm hmm
I'll take the lane from him
Oh shit, Speed Racer, I'll do 150
Knew the world was fucked up when I
Fucked her off of one giffy
He tried to run off on the ShittyBoyz
Now he's the one shitty
Couldn't spin, my hip was fucked up
I did a 160 damn, hit him in his head
I knocked the noodles out him
Spooky-ass Glock got a body
Spark the voodoo out him
He had that tough tone in his heart
Until we blew it out him
Driving through the mountains
Features up, no, i can't do a thousand

What's good, BabyTron? Tap yo baby in
In the club with some sticks like the Navy in
Big guns too, it ain't no 380s in
I'll drop drip with a roll
And do my wavy dance
I'm switching different stations with
A Glock on me and I talk rude in them stores
With a knot on me
This a sixty dollar plate, this is not Coney
Bruh's got a scar on his
Face but he's not Tony
Fucking on some nigga bitch
Pull her lil' pony
And you know the pussy wet, bitch
It sound like macaroni
Lil' bitch got a fat ass but her waist bony
I don't need niggas, no
I get money by my lonely
I ain't the same as these niggas
I can brag different
Every nigga with me got VAs
So we drag different
And we up our quick if we think attention
I had to cut a bitch off
Quick 'cause she ain't wanna listen
Bitch, you know I keep chicken like it's
Bro shoot good from the
Corner like he Barbosa
Fucked the bitch like a demon
She done wet the sofa
Bitch said she was thirsty so
I gave her a soda
I ain't know what flavor she wanted so
I gave her ass a Cola
Sliding with the shit but he not a cobra
Let me grab another zip, I gotta
If you the plug then why the
Fuck I gotta hold up?
Middle man-ass nigga, shot him
Made the prices go up
Come to the L, ain't a drought
This bitch so up
Five-seveN bullets hit yo stomach
Make you throw up
Went to Gary for a chain, now he froze up
Niggas steady speaking down
They don't even know us
I should kill this nigga, call for a bow
It ain't showed up
When it come to swiping cards
I could be a teacher
Yo bitch steady doing dick
She think she a keeper
She said she hungry for the dick
I guess I'm 'bout to feed her
Fuck her face
She got wet spots all on my beater
You gon' be sick as hell
You find out that she a cheater
And everywhere I go
Just know I gotta keep a heater pop a nigga