BabyTron - Forever $cams lyrics

It's Lando, yo' bitch know, don't let yo' bitch go, nigga
Brrt, brrt, brrt!
You either win or lose! You either win or lose!
You're not making this easy, Kyle
You either win or lose, it ain't no ties in life
It's either a dub or a L on that record

Perfect this, perfect that, yeah
The timin' right
Tried to keep me in the dark
Now I'm shinin' bright
Opper could be same height as me
We ain't eye-to eye
If the convo ain't about no
Profit, then it's "Hi" and "Bye"
Shit, konnichiwa, sayonara
Feel like Sosa in some Louis loafers
You can't find in Zara (Woo)
Pour a five and double back like I'm Garza
Out here every day
I'm just tryna hide from karma


So many skit's pulls, so many juugs bust'
Inhale, exhale, for pain I got a wood stuffed
Drew the game plan
Strapped my nuts on and got to it
Shit (Brrt) , that's the best thing I ever did
And to my people's
Shit I wish I was a better kid (Hm-m)
But, I guess it all worked out
Went through tribulations in the deep
You took the surf route
First round knockout
The clerk can't take a punch
Pullin' down, powered up, get yo' cables cut
Shit, I wake up needin' syrup
Not the maple stuff (Ha)
BBs gave me frostbite, got my nasals stuffed
Everyone who talked down, got passed up
Terabytin' like a car with a flat
I'm jacked up (Woo)
Olympic tennis team, gold on, we racked up
(Woo) the cut so designer
Fiend can't tell it's smacked up
Shit, it's time to act up, five Ms
Match what? Bin Reaper
I can see your soul in these black buffs
I'ma standout and I ain't even gotta stand up
Every show, scrumble in the crowd
Put yo' hands up (yeah)
JuSleaze's jumpin' too (Brrt)
Vanilla buffs off the golden tints, dunkaroos
Eight hundred horses in the Shelby
When I'm comin' through
Tell a bitch I'm one of one
That mean we ain't one and two
Sippin' purple full of scam, boy
You off some hundred proof
Eyes red, I'm in grind mode
I like my hundreds blue
Been had an attitude
I ain't just becomin' rude
Year 2000, sixth day in the month of June
(Brrt)
Shit, that's when the GOAT was born (Brrt)
Every time I drop it's time
To hear the goat perform (yeah)
European tour, shit it's time to go explore
(Yah) you ain't never even left the city
Sold out show, times two
Double set in Philly

Same shit, different day
Catch me on Dequindre
(Same shit, different day
Catch me on Dequindre)
It fucked me up when I text
Mari and it don't deliver
Man, that shit crazy
Gettin' high for you, all slatt woods
We ain't rolling swishers
(RIP $cams, RIP $cams)
RIP 72, heart purple and it's cold as winter
In the lab reminiscin'
Turn into a potion mixer
Shit (Shit) , it don't feel the same (Nah)
I still feel the pain
Best believe before you see the sun
You gon' feel some rain
RIP chris, paint the night sky blue
Can't trust 'em
Talk loose and play the nice guy too
Mitten on my back, next-gen Slim Shady
Shoutout MadeInStyle, hold down the 6 daily
Shoutout DSM, Stan, Dee, James, Donnie
Oh, yeah and Dorian, I can't forget Ronnie
(Brrt, brrt)

Ridin' down the seven, I'm just thinkin'
'Free Rich" (yeah)
My third eye open, gotta peep shit
Honor roll up a wood, this a three six
All she seen is the kids, she wanna eat dick
Lil' freak bitch can't afford exotic
Stay around some cookie like you Ned
Chop sound like thunder
Hit you and yo' buddy like you Ted
What I'm sayin'
When we slide down better play
It like you dead
Lookin' at my Sprite like, "Boy
I like you better when you red"
I can't find him in the
Field like a truffler tree
Sick you rolled a pinky finger
Ain't even puffin' a G (You bum)
Almost at my goal
And shit that's a hundred a week
Would've thought it's a full moon
I'm becomin' a beast
Shit, I'm scared of the streets
They ain't got no code (Brrt)
I'm scared of these hoes
They'll drop yo' lo'
Shit (Brrt) , watch that backdoor, that is not yo' bro (Nah)
You ain't got it in you
You just have to stop on go (yeah)

I ain't stopped yet, and I don't plan on it
(Nope)
ShittyBoyz that's for L, I'll stand on it
First rule, you get a run
You gotta put yo' mans on it
Doin' all that muggin'
But, I can smell the fan on him
BabyTron, he walk out
The fans put the cams on him
Play with me or one of mines
We ain't puttin' hands him
Pull up with them yammers
We'll put them blams on him
You know what it is, Forever $cams on 'em
Phew! ShittyBoyz!