BabyTron - Everybody Hates Tron lyrics
BabyTron [James Edward Johnson IV] Ypsilanti, Michigan. U.S.
[BabyTron - Everybody Hates Tron lyrics]
(Ayo, Mark A)
Everybody hates Tron, I'm just shit talk man
Fuck huh
Everybody hates Tron, I'm just shit talking
Thinking that he crispy, pull up
Snatch the drip off him
Unc' don't breed dog
But you can get some pit off him
Seen six opps slid down, boy
That's six coffins hundred dollar eighthy
Heard you spend that on a zip of reggie
Straight on you hoes
I swear you bitches messy dog Shit Militia
Got a twenty chillin in the techie
High as hell watching classics
Couldn't finish Belly
Finna take a flight off an
Eighthy of some Jet Blue
Spent your car note on my left shoe
Shitty chain, white buffs off the test tube
Chess player, boy
You better make your bеst move
Two-five-eight, on thе grind
Ain't got time to play
High as hell up at Loose Cannon
Tryna find the Bape won't scrap you
But I might have to fight a case
V12, if I push the pedal, I'ma fly away
Exotic lifestyle, lungs full of Runtz smoke
MacBooks, iPads, I got a truck load
Yoga teacher, pull up on your bitch
Make her touch toes
Foreign sneaks, bitches always be like
"What's those?"
Huh, on fire, got the shirt with the X
Magic man, I'll turn the worst to the best
CA tenant, hear a growl
Finna swerve the 'Vette
Bitch-ass boy, you always crying
You deserve a dress
White buffs looking like a
Roll of paper towels married to the money
I'm just waiting 'til she say her vows
Brock Lesnar bullets in the clip
They'll take 'em down
In the chop, got a silencer
But I'll make it loud
I know you got a headache smoking homegrown
Mad as hell
I can't bust a scam 'cause my phone froze
If it ain't ten or more
Then that shit a no-go
Bouncing out with sticks like we pogo
Nike SBs like I skateboard
I don't fight, but if I do
I'ma leave his face sore
Bitch tryna throw the pussy at
Me, but I'm straight, whore
Currys in this big motherfucker
Make the Wraith roar
Mark load the sample up
I'm finna talk crazy
Shooting off the Wocky, whole time
I didn't ball lazy
You better leave while you can, I'm a dog
Baby before the rap checks, shit
The fraud paid me
Everybody hates Tron, shit
I'm counting pros
Told y'all on Jesus Shuttlesworth I
Was bound to blow big Shitty
All that little petty shit out the door
Tried to get unky sauce
He too busy 'round the stove
Huh, ayy, ShittyBoyz
Everybody hates Tron, I'm just counting pros
Huh, ayy, ayy tried to get unky sauce
He too busy 'round the stove
Huh, ayy, ShittyBoyz (Ayo, Mark A)
Everybody hates Tron, I'm just shit talk man
Fuck huh
Everybody hates Tron, I'm just shit talking
Thinking that he crispy, pull up
Snatch the drip off him
Unc' don't breed dog
But you can get some pit off him
Seen six opps slid down, boy
That's six coffins hundred dollar eighthy
Heard you spend that on a zip of reggie
Straight on you hoes
I swear you bitches messy dog Shit Militia
Got a twenty chillin in the techie
High as hell watching classics
Couldn't finish Belly
Finna take a flight off an
Eighthy of some Jet Blue
Spent your car note on my left shoe
Shitty chain, white buffs off the test tube
Chess player, boy
You better make your bеst move
Two-five-eight, on thе grind
Ain't got time to play
High as hell up at Loose Cannon
Tryna find the Bape won't scrap you
But I might have to fight a case
V12, if I push the pedal, I'ma fly away
Exotic lifestyle, lungs full of Runtz smoke
MacBooks, iPads, I got a truck load
Yoga teacher, pull up on your bitch
Make her touch toes
Foreign sneaks, bitches always be like
"What's those?"
Huh, on fire, got the shirt with the X
Magic man, I'll turn the worst to the best
CA tenant, hear a growl
Finna swerve the 'Vette
Bitch-ass boy, you always crying
You deserve a dress
White buffs looking like a
Roll of paper towels married to the money
I'm just waiting 'til she say her vows
Brock Lesnar bullets in the clip
They'll take 'em down
In the chop, got a silencer
But I'll make it loud
I know you got a headache smoking homegrown
Mad as hell
I can't bust a scam 'cause my phone froze
If it ain't ten or more
Then that shit a no-go
Bouncing out with sticks like we pogo
Nike SBs like I skateboard
I don't fight, but if I do
I'ma leave his face sore
Bitch tryna throw the pussy at
Me, but I'm straight, whore
Currys in this big motherfucker
Make the Wraith roar
Mark load the sample up
I'm finna talk crazy
Shooting off the Wocky, whole time
I didn't ball lazy
You better leave while you can, I'm a dog
Baby before the rap checks, shit
The fraud paid me
Everybody hates Tron, shit
I'm counting pros
Told y'all on Jesus Shuttlesworth I
Was bound to blow big Shitty
All that little petty shit out the door
Tried to get unky sauce
He too busy 'round the stove
Huh, ayy, ShittyBoyz
Everybody hates Tron, I'm just counting pros
Huh, ayy, ayy tried to get unky sauce
He too busy 'round the stove
Huh, ayy, ShittyBoyz (Ayo, Mark A)