BabyTron - Emperor of the Universe lyrics

(King of the whole galaxy)
(It's only one, one of one)
(When I'm gone, there's none to none)

Double R the Wraith (Skrrt, skrrt)
Peekin' out the blinds (yeah)
Heard the opps hip on the back door
Shit, boy, I'm creepin' out the side
(On God) i'm a boss, you a worker (Phew)
Like, why in the fuck is
You speakin' outta line? (Phew)
Can't leave without it, boy
I need it on my side (Phew)
Feelin' kinda evil
It's a demon when I ride (Phew)

Spent twelve in the BAPE store (Pfft)
You that one guy the hoes used to rate low
You that one guy that blew it
Now his pape' low
Let a bitch ask for somethin', I'ma say
"No" (Nope)
Let him try and pass the 'Wood
I'ma say "Nah" (Nah)
You ain't never seen the
Drac' with the ACOG
Lamb' chops with the zip
Fuck the steak sauce seen him out
He got to runnin' home like it's baseball
(Phew-phew)


Bitch, if you ain't independent
Stay yo' ass at home
Akhi slide down blowin' fully
Switches like they saxophones (Brrt)
Talk, "A body missin'" wait until they
Find a bag of bones
Had to go and hire thirty workers
Just to stash the 'low

(Brrt, damn, Shit, fuck, look, yeah)
(ShittyBoyz, Dog Shit Militia
You know what the fuck goin' on)
(Walk in, walk in)
Walk into the spot and run
It like I'm Chris Breezy (Brrt)
Sweater by the Gallery
I think the kicks Yeezy (Yeezy)
Talk about some Johnny Dang
Why yo' kit cheesy? (Why?)
In store, I'm Johnny Cage
With this punchin', shit easy
(Punch, punch, punch) , huh

(Sittin' sideways, boys in a
Daze) Sittin' sideways
I can get it five ways (Pfft, ha)
(Sittin' sideways, boys in a daze) Lil'
Brodie found out crime pays
He raised the crime rate (Sittin' sideways
Boys in a daze) Why the fuck he nickel
Dime and actin' like he buy weight? (Why?)
(On a Sunday night
I might bang me some Maze) Why the
Fuck the big body can't fit
Up in the driveway? (Skrrt
Driveway, Sittin' side)


(Damn, Trgc made that? Woah, brrt, brrt)
She eat me up like it's Benihana (Brrt)
Walkin' out, kicks say Balenciaga
Hellkitty, it do one-fifty
This is not a Honda
I got the sauce, I got cheese
This is not lasagna
Hope they don't see me in public
Got balaclava
Hope they don't bug me in public, got blicky
(Bah bah)
Big clip, Curtis Jack, got fifty (Bah bah)
Interstate, seen cops, got shifty
(Skrrt, skrrt)
Sippin' on some Wock', lil' bitch
This not big Bs, yeah
(Phew, yeah)

Had to go and take the mask off (Grrah)
Lil' cuddy, he don't rap
He just sittin' in the trap
(yeah) , he just tryna go and
Get the bag off (yeah, get it off)
Tryna get where I'm at?
(yeah) First, you gotta go and stack (yeah)
Then you gotta go and work your ass off
Do the dash in the Trackhawk
Spin out, burn out
Then I'm finna go and stab off (Skrrt)
Finna tax dawg, like, "Fuck a half off"

(yeah) sorry, Ms jackson (I'm sorry)
Nah, I ain't sorry
I'll scam your ass again (Again)
I'm just rappin' while I'm thinking
I don't even have a pen
Made a hunnid ten times, used
To couldn't stack a ten
It's alright though (Sheesh)


Called a choppa RVD, boy, it'll dropkick you
(Fuck)
If you ain't SB DSM, then I am not with you
(Nope) big pit's, Saint Bernard, boy
This is not Shih Tzu (Brr)
Couldn't take a step in my shoes, boy
They do not fit you (Phew, huh)

Ride around, AMG (Huh)
Ride around, K on me (Huh, phew)
Ride around turnt
I just pour a Quagen up in a Faygo cream
(Hurt) you ain't ride around nowhere (Nah)
You ain't ridin' nowhere with the tank on E
(At all)
Blue check, walkin' out the bank on fleek
Quarter ticket in a month
It'd take four weeks (Brrt)

(I'm just freestylin', bitch)
Chillin', I got Wocky' up in my body
Chillin' with Akhi, he ridin' with Tommy
(Shh)
I hop off the jet, then I hop in the Masi'
(Skrrt) all that killer talk, bitch
You never dropped a body
I don't wrestle shit
I ain't Scotty 2 Hotty
Try and box us, you gon' get boxed up (Brrt)
Been on go since the jump
I ain't never stopped once, nah
(Brrt, phew)

Once you pull some dirt
You stick with it forever
Brodie on parole, don't give a fuck
He clutchin' it on tether (Tether)
See an opp at church, don't give a fuck
We stumpin' him wherever
Askin' 'bout the rap game? Gon'
Run this shit forever

I feel invincible (Like Superman)
Oh, we do too, we turnt his ass invisible
(To a ghost) they can't fuck with me
I put it on the biblical (On the Bible)
I could teach you sumn', fuck it
I'm the principal
The Backwoods original, the weed
It's exotic (Brrt)
Sleepin' and I'm slobbin' off
The lean, bitch, i'm noddin'
2017, was stuffin' cheese in my Robin's
(yeah)
Thirty-three percent THC, breathin' toxins
(Ha) who you think you stoppin'? (Ha)

Tie him up and hold him hostage (Ah)
Catch him walkin' out
I peek right through the scope and drop it
(Boom) the way you treat yo' family
Would've thought yo' bro's adopted
Goin' shoppin', spent two thousand on a
Lil' pole to pop it, haha
(Pop)

If the play good
(Phew) , shit, the day good (Phew)
Fuck a pre-roll, I only face eighth 'Woods
(Phew) shit, I'm high as hell
Still gon' roll another one (Roll it up)
Talkin' 'bout you got the hoes
You with the runner ones

RIP virgil (Phew)
I just had Off White on last night
(Man, what happened?) jeans Purple
(Phew) , thirty-five bands stuffed
Got the pants tight (God damn) steve Urkel
(yeah) , two strands, doubled up
Got a half pipe (Whew-whew)
Heard he down bad, that's a sad life
Tell the bitch, "Act nice" she
Can get some Act' right, yeah

Drop the top (It's nice as hell out)
If you askin' 'bout the price
You gotta shop (You gotta buy somethin')
Yeah, I got some Wocky', shit
Who got a pop? (Who got it?)
Tell my shooter, "Hit him in his top
He gotta drop" (He got it)
Shit, we got a opp (Got it)

I'm a gorilla (Woo)
The stick's vanilla (Grrt)
Slidin' round in foreigns
Cost three hunnid just to fill 'em
I pull up, hit the bitch
I get to ballin' like I'm Billups
(Splash, bitch)
Talkin' all that false shit
I don't feel 'em (I don't feel 'em)

Out in Cali'
Up in Compton where it ain't safe (yeah)
Bosses wake up and get to it, only lames hate
(Squares) i could do this everyday
This not the same pape' (Nope)
You better walk back to that porch
'cause we don't play safe

(Phew) stop claimin' you real if
You be backstabbin' (Man)
I was full time rappin'
Now I'm back active (For real)
Why you cappin' 'bout the past? Shit
Yo' mans had it
This is not no COOGI, it's some Gucci
Check the damn fabric

Kicks on my feet, bitch, they bleedin'
Slidin', if I ain't drop somethin'
I ain't see it (Brrah)
Where the Wocky'? Where the Quagy'? Bitch
I'm fiendin' (Lean)
Bitch, I'm fresher than the
Mannequin in Neiman's
Bitch, I'm star player every game
Every season (Bitch, swish)
Habibi molotovin' shit, don't need a reason
Hutch chains got me freezin', I'm anemic
It's only one king of this bitch
You better beat it (Better beat it)

You better scram
Big ShittyBoyz, big Dog Shit Militia
King of the motherfuckin' galaxy
(On the gang)