YSR Gramz, BabyTron, Kasher Quon - Eww lyrics
BabyTron [James Edward Johnson IV] Ypsilanti, Michigan. U.S.
[YSR Gramz, BabyTron, Kasher Quon - Eww lyrics]
Helluva Beat, baby
Ayy, turn that up a little bit
Smoke on the beat
Look me in my eyes, nah, for real
It's some shit inside me
I ain’t going in the club
Unless the blicky by me
If I tell her what her friend did
This bitch gon' fight me
Nike tech on for a week, man
This shit so trifling
I told the lil' nigga it was a Perc’
It was a Vicodin
I'm in the studio freestyling
I ain't writing it
This Backwood keep going out
I keep lighting it
Amiri jeans on tight as hell
With dog shit in 'em
Ka-Kasher just walked in with a
Drac' taller than him
A nigga play one of us?
I'm killing all of them you a bitch
I heard you snitched on dog and them
I only wear shoes once
'cause I'm dogging ’еm
I don’t be cuffing on these hoеs
I be dogging 'em
You say you got white Runtz
Why you stalling then?
You say you got a Hellcat
Why you walking then?
This lil’ bitch said I'm broke
Why you fuck me then?
She say she on her period
She gotta suck me then
Engineer, I don't write songs
You gotta punch me in
You keep falling off, you don't listen
You gon’ bump yo head
I'll have my nigga catch a body
And then cut his dreads
Out of town, feet up, eating crab legs
Me and FedEx locked in, I'm a jack head
Off White on, bitch, no
I ain't no crack head
You gon' faint if you hit another one
You black head
FN break one of yo bones, you a crab leg
Or I make my Draco scream like a adlib
I used to beat my friends' ass
I was a bad kid
You ain't even got no money
How is you a bad bitch?
And she got a fake Louis bag
She need her ass kicked
I told YSR leave the plane, fuck some adlibs
I told my ex bitch
"Fuck you and yo damn kids"
Why you pouring drank and you you
Don't even got a damn crib?
Huh, sushi roll, I'm finna eat exquisite
Leave that nappy head Chief Keef'd
We'll get him twisted
Off a Perc' 10, her ass fat, boy
Don't get me tempted
Pulled a dub out my skinny jeans, man
This shit ridiculous
Me and BabyTron keep arguing
Who gon' rap next
That nigga Kidd said fuck trapping
Get some rap checks you out of town and you
Want a feature? Nigga, cash App
Driveway Baby really out here
Getting cash back
You just went and bought some
Amiris with your last stack
My bitch just caught me cheating
I got my ass smacked
And I dropped a deuce in my Fanta
It got a nigga peeled
The last nigga tryna touch my
Chain damn near got killed
Back to back in BAPE hoodies, bitch
It's Planet of the Apes
I might go and take a lil'
Piss standing on his grave stan Taliban
Don't make me hand that boy the K
I don't want no bitch, it's a Fanta day
Ayy, turn that up a little bit
Smoke on the beat
Look me in my eyes, nah, for real
It's some shit inside me
I ain’t going in the club
Unless the blicky by me
If I tell her what her friend did
This bitch gon' fight me
Nike tech on for a week, man
This shit so trifling
I told the lil' nigga it was a Perc’
It was a Vicodin
I'm in the studio freestyling
I ain't writing it
This Backwood keep going out
I keep lighting it
Amiri jeans on tight as hell
With dog shit in 'em
Ka-Kasher just walked in with a
Drac' taller than him
A nigga play one of us?
I'm killing all of them you a bitch
I heard you snitched on dog and them
I only wear shoes once
'cause I'm dogging ’еm
I don’t be cuffing on these hoеs
I be dogging 'em
You say you got white Runtz
Why you stalling then?
You say you got a Hellcat
Why you walking then?
This lil’ bitch said I'm broke
Why you fuck me then?
She say she on her period
She gotta suck me then
Engineer, I don't write songs
You gotta punch me in
You keep falling off, you don't listen
You gon’ bump yo head
I'll have my nigga catch a body
And then cut his dreads
Out of town, feet up, eating crab legs
Me and FedEx locked in, I'm a jack head
Off White on, bitch, no
I ain't no crack head
You gon' faint if you hit another one
You black head
FN break one of yo bones, you a crab leg
Or I make my Draco scream like a adlib
I used to beat my friends' ass
I was a bad kid
You ain't even got no money
How is you a bad bitch?
And she got a fake Louis bag
She need her ass kicked
I told YSR leave the plane, fuck some adlibs
I told my ex bitch
"Fuck you and yo damn kids"
Why you pouring drank and you you
Don't even got a damn crib?
Huh, sushi roll, I'm finna eat exquisite
Leave that nappy head Chief Keef'd
We'll get him twisted
Off a Perc' 10, her ass fat, boy
Don't get me tempted
Pulled a dub out my skinny jeans, man
This shit ridiculous
Me and BabyTron keep arguing
Who gon' rap next
That nigga Kidd said fuck trapping
Get some rap checks you out of town and you
Want a feature? Nigga, cash App
Driveway Baby really out here
Getting cash back
You just went and bought some
Amiris with your last stack
My bitch just caught me cheating
I got my ass smacked
And I dropped a deuce in my Fanta
It got a nigga peeled
The last nigga tryna touch my
Chain damn near got killed
Back to back in BAPE hoodies, bitch
It's Planet of the Apes
I might go and take a lil'
Piss standing on his grave stan Taliban
Don't make me hand that boy the K
I don't want no bitch, it's a Fanta day