BabyTron - Frankenstein lyrics

Wockhardt, hey
Wockhardt got me walking, fuck
Wockhardt got me, yeah, Helly, okay
(Whew, huh) helluva made this beat, baby

Wockhardt got me walking 'round
Like I'm Frankenstein
Heard it's thirty phones, OT
Finna take a drive on my way right now
I ain't got a patient side
Triple H your lil' bitch
I'ma break her spine
Triple S when I step, bitch, I'm ten toes
On 7 Mile, 3rd and goal, that's the red zone
Scam star
I can't make pape with a dead phone
You put the cuffs on that bitch? Boy
You dead wrong
762s chop his mop, now his dreads gone
I'ma get the throat
You gon' еnd up in the friend zone


Tryna keep up? Boy, I hopе yo legs strong
One man army, had the bike with no pegs, bro
Fendi tee with the face, this ain't Kenzo
You gon' let 'em get through yo
Skin? You ain't head strong
Get the head from that bitch then I head home
AC in the foreign whip, I won't sweat long
Unky on the block selling girl
It ain't prostitution
Gave my Granny ten bands, she said hallelujah
Fuck love
Been done fucked around shot at Cupid
Come down and wet his block
Swear it ain't no mop I'm using
Bro and 'em dropping opps
I'm just dropping music
Guarantee he blast off when
This rocket booming
Let me catch him down at TX
I'ma chop and screw 'em
If the steak ain't enough
Bet the lobster do it
Amiri thigh pads, I got chunky pockets
Banana clip on the K
Thought a monkey shot 'em
Which SBs should I rock? I got twenty options
Backpack Boyz, Turtle Pie
Every puff be toxic
Walking through the rain storm
Stone Island windbreaker
Hating on the 'Gram? I don't know you
You a big hater
Self-scan, slam dunk, 201 rim breaker
Only way you gon' beat the
Team is with six players
Hit yo bitch and disappear
Like I'm Criss Angel
Off White belt, when I sit down
This bitch tangle whole team eating
Told the chef we need a big table
I know you sick yo bitch hit the loft
Finna get facial gold chain on
Slamming hoes like I'm Kurt Angle
Looking at a bitch I just met, "You on dirt
Ain't you?" looking up at doggy in the
Booth, "You finna perp, ain't you?"
Looking dead in the mirror, "Boy, you turnt
Ain't you?" star player
I just dropped a four in my Gatorade
223s hit his 'fro, it became a fade
Road runner, Punch God, bitch
I be state to state when I talk
They all listen to me like I'm Major Payne
No sense, spent four on the belt and pants
Unky on the block catching bricks
Like he Elton Brand
And he'll take you to the
Kitchen where he selling tan
Bro make his own pape
You think that I held his hand?
Up twenty-one on the opps
They getting blew out
Hopped out the coupe, had that
Lil' bitch like, "Ooh, wow"
I might take a trip to Hawaii, throw a Luau
Punch God, when I walk in, you bow
Shitty charm on my neck, that bitch blew out
I'll send everybody home like it's two outs
So many blues in my roll, I might lose count
Big Rick Owens
Scuff 'em once? They get threw out
Scam Man, bitch
I'm paying five for a Cali' addy
Penny pincher like you Mr krabs
You a Krabby Patty
Got back home and I ain't even have a navi'
Where I'm from
You grab a 'Cat when you catch a Scatty
Bitch want some money? Better ask yo daddy
It's 2021
Why the fuck are yo pants so baggy?
Bitch walking in
Told the other one to grab her panties
Big pape, type of money that'll make
You smack yo granny
Ten toes, stepping in these big bottom Pradas
Hunnid in the clip
Fuck around and drop a dollar
Doggy talking 'bout a hunnid? He
Ain't got a comma
Hella ammo in the clip like I found a llama
Black tinted Hellcat, this is not Wakanda
Burberry plaid button up
Had to pop the collar
Ninety-five out, still sliding in a balaclava
I'm a warrior with this 9
But I'm not 'Guodala

I mean, Iguodala, fuck, Shittyboyz