BabyTron - D$M Cypher 2 (feat. J3, Fordio, MJPAID, $camaurion, ScrumbleMan, StanWill, TrDee, Ju Sleaze, Donnie Bands) lyrics
BabyTron [ames Edward Johnson II] Ypsilanti, Michigan. U.S.
[BabyTron - D$M Cypher 2 feat. J3, Fordio, MJPAID, $camaurion, ScrumbleMan, StanWill, TrDee, Ju Sleaze, Donnie Bands lyrics]
(Damjonboi)
Plug said it’s footballs around, I told him
"Throw a spiral" scratched off on twelve
They thought that I was finna show the title
Stump him out and post the vid
He sick he going viral
We gon’ slide OT, they meet us on arrival
All my opps broke as fuck
I don’t got no rivals
Boy, yo sauce running out
You need a scam revival
Marcelo Burlon tee on, bitch
I’m feeling tribal hit the road every day
Ain’t even have no license
Ain’t no calling my jugg phone, bitch
You gotta Skype me
Got a site that bitch hit like lightning
(Boy, the way that I punch shit
You would think I’m fighting)
‘018, no ATT? I go and hit Verizon
‘Bows coming straight through FedEx
We finna overnight
Don’t talk about my ex, that bitch dead, man
These hoes is trife
In the cockpit taking differеnt drugs
Like I know the pilot
(If I catch a opp walking out the crib
I’ma havе to snipe him)
Put a opp nigga on a T-shirt
We finna advertise him
762s coming out the Drac’
Look like Oscar Mayers
Doing donuts in the Redeye
I done popped the tires
(going through at Walmart
I don’t shop at Meijer’s)
It ain’t with no five, I won’t even try it
And my six so exotic, niggas couln’t find it
Stacked as hell with damn
Near couldn’t bite it mom’s mad
Fuck around and gave her phone a virus
And how yo bitch give me
Head? I guess she open-minded
Got a chop, not a Drac’, yes
This bitch Osiris
Shit be going through yo ears so nevermind
Say you balling? Check his stats, what’s his
Before the whip, you is bus riding
Virgil did the shirt but it’s
Purple on my pants
Got a glizzy with a switch
Extra clip for his mans
You ain’t SBDSM if you ain’t
Hit the store and jam
Brodie missed, finna pop him on a cam
Don’t be hopping in this ride if
You ain’t really down to blam
Choppa got a grip with a
Hunnid round under it
I can’t even give yo ass no
Bag ‘cause you gon’ fumble it
You was playing with that WAP
Now what’s up with it?
Please don’t think that we don’t got no
Guns ‘cause we don’t post that shit
Try me if you want and that’s
The day you meet the Lord
Got that metal on me like a
Knight but not a sword i would hate me too
I’m wearing shit you can’t afford
We been fucking for some hours, damn
I’m getting bored you can’t tax me, bitch
I’m plugged in like a cord
We gon’ flip that bitch
You bet not slide that Ford
Weed sticky, bitch
I’m off a three-five of S'mores
Camping in the bushes
Finna put him in a morgue
This is not tomato juice, Acky what I pour
Shit, I was searching for the red
Think I need a deuce
It’s a light-ass day, only hit for two
Better get your boo
Say she like it how I smell
Za and Jimmy Choo
Conversating with the Wock’ like
"I’m feeling you"
We just need your SSN, we can push it through
I’m moving different off the whippit's
And the gummy shrooms
Like how you pull five racks
And they ain’t even new?
Face a eighth she think
Ron shooting basketballs, he don’t even hoop
Fat nigga but the jeans skinny
Helmut Langs on my body
I done paid like three-fifty
Big B’s runners but these not no 350s
How you got no cheese but out
Here tryna beef with me?
How you got no cheese but out
Here tryna eat with me?
I done poured a whole now I
Got a three with me
Left the ShittyBoyz show
Now I got a freak with me
And got her off the onion pack
Lil’ bitch in here geeked with me
Choppa gay as hell
It got some nuts but it twerk so crazy
Running off? This bitch’ll pat yo back
Be done burped yo baby
Purple jeans on my ass, I don’t perp’ though
Baby fire blew him like the wind
Put him in the Earth so crazy
Buffs hanging off my shirt
Collar got my tee drenched
Every time I open up my closet I get seasick
For my dough we done baked his
Ass like a deep dish
We’ll pull up waving sticks around
On some Wii shit
Za smoke, mirror tints, I can’t see shit
LA, Miami, New York, I took three trips
223s hitting everybody like a freak bitch
On a steak diet
You would probably think I lean sip
Riding ‘round with a mini Drac’
And a mean bitch
Fifty on me, pull up on her in a Hellcat
She put that kitty on me
Why you go and grab a thirty-six?
You got a mini Rollie that’s a bitch watch
Looking like a bitch with
Yo bitch doing TikToks
Pints, ‘bows, and pills, bitch, I’m juggling
Cuddy in that Scat with the bee
Hear it bumbling vIP booth, throwing pape’
You hear it thundering off filet mignon
I’m sick I hear yo stomach rumbling
Sipping Quagmire
I might get fat like Peter Griffin
Talking ‘bout he got the hoes but
Got a eater with him
Me and you got the same shoes
But, I look cleaner in ‘em
(Like these exact same shoes)
Celine off the Chanel
I’m in this bitch triple C-ing
Me, Ju, and Scrumble caught a opp
We finna triple team him pause
New condo, I just spent a twenty on a Kaws
Catch him in that deep, do him like I’m Jaws
ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit MIlitia
You know what the fuck going on
Plug said it’s footballs around, I told him
"Throw a spiral" scratched off on twelve
They thought that I was finna show the title
Stump him out and post the vid
He sick he going viral
We gon’ slide OT, they meet us on arrival
All my opps broke as fuck
I don’t got no rivals
Boy, yo sauce running out
You need a scam revival
Marcelo Burlon tee on, bitch
I’m feeling tribal hit the road every day
Ain’t even have no license
Ain’t no calling my jugg phone, bitch
You gotta Skype me
Got a site that bitch hit like lightning
(Boy, the way that I punch shit
You would think I’m fighting)
‘018, no ATT? I go and hit Verizon
‘Bows coming straight through FedEx
We finna overnight
Don’t talk about my ex, that bitch dead, man
These hoes is trife
In the cockpit taking differеnt drugs
Like I know the pilot
(If I catch a opp walking out the crib
I’ma havе to snipe him)
Put a opp nigga on a T-shirt
We finna advertise him
762s coming out the Drac’
Look like Oscar Mayers
Doing donuts in the Redeye
I done popped the tires
(going through at Walmart
I don’t shop at Meijer’s)
It ain’t with no five, I won’t even try it
And my six so exotic, niggas couln’t find it
Stacked as hell with damn
Near couldn’t bite it mom’s mad
Fuck around and gave her phone a virus
And how yo bitch give me
Head? I guess she open-minded
Got a chop, not a Drac’, yes
This bitch Osiris
Shit be going through yo ears so nevermind
Say you balling? Check his stats, what’s his
Before the whip, you is bus riding
Virgil did the shirt but it’s
Purple on my pants
Got a glizzy with a switch
Extra clip for his mans
You ain’t SBDSM if you ain’t
Hit the store and jam
Brodie missed, finna pop him on a cam
Don’t be hopping in this ride if
You ain’t really down to blam
Choppa got a grip with a
Hunnid round under it
I can’t even give yo ass no
Bag ‘cause you gon’ fumble it
You was playing with that WAP
Now what’s up with it?
Please don’t think that we don’t got no
Guns ‘cause we don’t post that shit
Try me if you want and that’s
The day you meet the Lord
Got that metal on me like a
Knight but not a sword i would hate me too
I’m wearing shit you can’t afford
We been fucking for some hours, damn
I’m getting bored you can’t tax me, bitch
I’m plugged in like a cord
We gon’ flip that bitch
You bet not slide that Ford
Weed sticky, bitch
I’m off a three-five of S'mores
Camping in the bushes
Finna put him in a morgue
This is not tomato juice, Acky what I pour
Shit, I was searching for the red
Think I need a deuce
It’s a light-ass day, only hit for two
Better get your boo
Say she like it how I smell
Za and Jimmy Choo
Conversating with the Wock’ like
"I’m feeling you"
We just need your SSN, we can push it through
I’m moving different off the whippit's
And the gummy shrooms
Like how you pull five racks
And they ain’t even new?
Face a eighth she think
Ron shooting basketballs, he don’t even hoop
Fat nigga but the jeans skinny
Helmut Langs on my body
I done paid like three-fifty
Big B’s runners but these not no 350s
How you got no cheese but out
Here tryna beef with me?
How you got no cheese but out
Here tryna eat with me?
I done poured a whole now I
Got a three with me
Left the ShittyBoyz show
Now I got a freak with me
And got her off the onion pack
Lil’ bitch in here geeked with me
Choppa gay as hell
It got some nuts but it twerk so crazy
Running off? This bitch’ll pat yo back
Be done burped yo baby
Purple jeans on my ass, I don’t perp’ though
Baby fire blew him like the wind
Put him in the Earth so crazy
Buffs hanging off my shirt
Collar got my tee drenched
Every time I open up my closet I get seasick
For my dough we done baked his
Ass like a deep dish
We’ll pull up waving sticks around
On some Wii shit
Za smoke, mirror tints, I can’t see shit
LA, Miami, New York, I took three trips
223s hitting everybody like a freak bitch
On a steak diet
You would probably think I lean sip
Riding ‘round with a mini Drac’
And a mean bitch
Fifty on me, pull up on her in a Hellcat
She put that kitty on me
Why you go and grab a thirty-six?
You got a mini Rollie that’s a bitch watch
Looking like a bitch with
Yo bitch doing TikToks
Pints, ‘bows, and pills, bitch, I’m juggling
Cuddy in that Scat with the bee
Hear it bumbling vIP booth, throwing pape’
You hear it thundering off filet mignon
I’m sick I hear yo stomach rumbling
Sipping Quagmire
I might get fat like Peter Griffin
Talking ‘bout he got the hoes but
Got a eater with him
Me and you got the same shoes
But, I look cleaner in ‘em
(Like these exact same shoes)
Celine off the Chanel
I’m in this bitch triple C-ing
Me, Ju, and Scrumble caught a opp
We finna triple team him pause
New condo, I just spent a twenty on a Kaws
Catch him in that deep, do him like I’m Jaws
ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit MIlitia
You know what the fuck going on
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