BabyTron, Dougie B - Drake & Josh lyrics
BabyTron [James Edward Johnson IV] Ypsilanti, Michigan. U.S.
[BabyTron, Dougie B - Drake & Josh lyrics]
Brr (yeah) brr (yeah) , brr
Brr (yeah) , brr yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Good in the Bronx, boy
I'm good where you at?
Boy, you good with the Josh, boy
I'm good with the Drac'
Pulled this bitch out my BAPE
You get put in yo' place
Yeah, ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Milita, this
Shit a global takeover
You know what the fuck goin' on man
You're not makin' this easy, Kyle
Drop an ash on my shirt, high as hell
Spillin' soda
Number one seed every year, Villanova
Lil' gang caught hats then
Come with the 'plomas (Ah)
Purple thigh pads on, Minnesota
Good in the Bronx (yeah)
Good where you at? Boy
You good with the Josh
Boy, I'm good with the Drac' (Brr)
Pulled this bitch out my BAPE
You gеt put in yo' place
Full of dead man, dead man 'Wood
This an еighth i just called hangtime
Three fizzy, three five, I'm a faze mind
We gon' slide, moonlight to the daytimes
Splashed up, boy, I'll let some pape' fly
Shit, yo' lane dry
Unk in the kitchen, masked up with the K9
See my mans tryna cross me
All them fake vibes
Had to stand over dog like AI
If you got some real pape', go 'head, say
"I" (Shit, say, "I")
(If you got some real pape', then say
"I", Shit, say, "I")
(If you got some real pape', shit, say
"I") good in the Bronx (yeah)
Good where you at? Boy
You good with the Josh
Boy, I'm good with the Dracs' (Brr)
Pulled this bitch out my BAPE
You get put in yo' place
Full of dead man, dead man 'Wood
This an eighth i just called hangtime
Three fizzy, three five, I'm a faze mind
We gon' slide, moonlight to the daytimes
Splashed up, boy, I'll let some pape' fly
Shit, yo' lane dry
Unk in the kitchen, masked up with the K9
See my mans tryna cross me
All them fake vibes
Had to stand over dog like AI
If you got some real pape', go 'head, say
"I" (Shit, say, "I")
(If you got some real pape', then say
"I", Shit, say, "I")
(If you got some real pape', shit, say
"I") boy, I'm good with the Dracs' (Brr)
Pulled this bitch out my BAPE
You get put in yo' place
Full of dead man, dead man 'Wood
This an eighth
(Like, grrah) double G60, keep it on my feet
Keep a double, always keep the heat
I just stack the blue hunnids
I be keeping peace like, grrah
Never didn't do nothing
Cannot chill with me
On the run to the money, I just gotta eat
And I feel like I'm Uzi vibing to the beat
Like, grrah shit, sad, I gotta stop
These niggas politicin' with no guap
Like, niggas be mad we almost at the top
It be the ones who around, that shit
It get you shot i still walk with a Crip
And pockets full of knots
And I'm still on the same block
Was never hard to find
Just like Whitney and Bobby
Like, just let me know if you riding
Is you on timing like it's do or die
Like, I wonder why
Why these niggas keep cappin' and
Rappin' inside of these rhymes?
Like, I mix the fashion, like Louis
No lavish these Dior's got me in my prime
Like, we spin out, we lookin' for
Parking, and Tron gon' spark it
We don't need a pipe
Good in the Bronx (yeah)
Good where you at? Boy
You good with the Josh
Boy, I'm good with the Drac' (Brr)
Pulled this bitch out my BAPE
You get put in yo' place
Full of dead man, dead man 'Wood
This an eighth
Brr (yeah) , brr yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Good in the Bronx, boy
I'm good where you at?
Boy, you good with the Josh, boy
I'm good with the Drac'
Pulled this bitch out my BAPE
You get put in yo' place
Yeah, ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Milita, this
Shit a global takeover
You know what the fuck goin' on man
You're not makin' this easy, Kyle
Drop an ash on my shirt, high as hell
Spillin' soda
Number one seed every year, Villanova
Lil' gang caught hats then
Come with the 'plomas (Ah)
Purple thigh pads on, Minnesota
Good in the Bronx (yeah)
Good where you at? Boy
You good with the Josh
Boy, I'm good with the Drac' (Brr)
Pulled this bitch out my BAPE
You gеt put in yo' place
Full of dead man, dead man 'Wood
This an еighth i just called hangtime
Three fizzy, three five, I'm a faze mind
We gon' slide, moonlight to the daytimes
Splashed up, boy, I'll let some pape' fly
Shit, yo' lane dry
Unk in the kitchen, masked up with the K9
See my mans tryna cross me
All them fake vibes
Had to stand over dog like AI
If you got some real pape', go 'head, say
"I" (Shit, say, "I")
(If you got some real pape', then say
"I", Shit, say, "I")
(If you got some real pape', shit, say
"I") good in the Bronx (yeah)
Good where you at? Boy
You good with the Josh
Boy, I'm good with the Dracs' (Brr)
Pulled this bitch out my BAPE
You get put in yo' place
Full of dead man, dead man 'Wood
This an eighth i just called hangtime
Three fizzy, three five, I'm a faze mind
We gon' slide, moonlight to the daytimes
Splashed up, boy, I'll let some pape' fly
Shit, yo' lane dry
Unk in the kitchen, masked up with the K9
See my mans tryna cross me
All them fake vibes
Had to stand over dog like AI
If you got some real pape', go 'head, say
"I" (Shit, say, "I")
(If you got some real pape', then say
"I", Shit, say, "I")
(If you got some real pape', shit, say
"I") boy, I'm good with the Dracs' (Brr)
Pulled this bitch out my BAPE
You get put in yo' place
Full of dead man, dead man 'Wood
This an eighth
(Like, grrah) double G60, keep it on my feet
Keep a double, always keep the heat
I just stack the blue hunnids
I be keeping peace like, grrah
Never didn't do nothing
Cannot chill with me
On the run to the money, I just gotta eat
And I feel like I'm Uzi vibing to the beat
Like, grrah shit, sad, I gotta stop
These niggas politicin' with no guap
Like, niggas be mad we almost at the top
It be the ones who around, that shit
It get you shot i still walk with a Crip
And pockets full of knots
And I'm still on the same block
Was never hard to find
Just like Whitney and Bobby
Like, just let me know if you riding
Is you on timing like it's do or die
Like, I wonder why
Why these niggas keep cappin' and
Rappin' inside of these rhymes?
Like, I mix the fashion, like Louis
No lavish these Dior's got me in my prime
Like, we spin out, we lookin' for
Parking, and Tron gon' spark it
We don't need a pipe
Good in the Bronx (yeah)
Good where you at? Boy
You good with the Josh
Boy, I'm good with the Drac' (Brr)
Pulled this bitch out my BAPE
You get put in yo' place
Full of dead man, dead man 'Wood
This an eighth