BabyTron - Giffy Rubio lyrics
BabyTron [James Edward Johnson IV] Ypsilanti, Michigan. U.S.
[BabyTron - Giffy Rubio lyrics]
ShittyBoyz
They heard that BabyTron and then they
Tried to take my style
Wrestle who? Bitch, do I look like AJ styles?
The Loubs used to be the Chucks
You couldn't walk a mile
Closed casket, dummy
His mama had to walk the aisle
Still jugging grannies
I'll scam yo fucking auntie
Pour out that shit that turn
The fiends into fucking zombies balmains on
You ain't crispy off the Abercrombie
Fuck preaching, I'ma pop yo ass
I am not Gandhi
Teacher tried to take the giffies
But it didn't happen
Flashing rolls in the hall and
I am not capping give up that music shit
Yo songs is not slapping
Keep a pair of Robins
I know you see the wings flapping
Roscoe Dash with the pieces, I'ma show out
Losing bad? We up twenty, that's a blowout
Bougie nigga, if I scuff the Loubs
They get thrown out don't do the drugs
I'ma lose it if I zone out i'm on fire
You can come and try to put it out
Scam Man, Punch God, bitch, I'm jugging now
Hoes used to laugh
Treat 'em like they nothing now
Ain't pull up in the Battle
Bus but we jumping out
Would've thought it was trash day
The way we dumped it out
They used to say I'm ass
I'm who they bumping now
Used to be nothing and the
Hoes know I'm something now
Stack the giffies
Ain't no damn way that I'm running out
Who's that flying in the Robins? Oh
That's StanWill
Move a muscle? Bro'll blow you
Better stand still
Shot seven out the 40, Glock holding
If the giffies don't get her
Loose then the bands will
Off the Burberry, that's my young bull
Said I won't snatch yo bitch?
I got dumb pull
I am not Costco but I keep a bundle
I'm thrusted up so it's fuck being humble
Not at church on Sunday but
I'm getting to it
Forgive me, God, I'm in love
The giffies made me do it
I'ma make it to the top
I promise I'ma prove it
Would've thought arm hurt
The way that he shooting
Been thrusted up so I don't
Know why you hurt stay in my bag like I'm
Looking for my school work
Red bottoms fourteen hundred, dawg
What yo shoes worth?
Flashing three hundred? Man
I spent that on a new shirt
Went from playing AU to
Swiping with the giffies
Blue strips in my jeans
I keep a couple fifties
Don't reach 'cause I'm strapped
Up like pair of take it how you want but we
The hottest in the city
That's my dawg, I swear the bro official
You cut the fuck off if
You ain't been official you is not hard
That tough shit is artificial
You are not a battleship
You cannot dodge this missile
I'll smack the shit out you
And that's on Jesus
I'ma throw a zip out the
Window since you fiending
Yes, I'm thrusted up
The fit just came from Neiman's
I'll pray to God that he
Shakes off all the demons
Said that I'm broke? Man
What Cookie was you hitting?
He gon' get put on a poster
Ain't no Blake Griffin
Oh, you cashed the buffs from Hutch?
No the fuck you didn't
Swipe this, punch that
That's how a nigga living
They heard that BabyTron and then they
Tried to take my style
Wrestle who? Bitch, do I look like AJ styles?
The Loubs used to be the Chucks
You couldn't walk a mile
Closed casket, dummy
His mama had to walk the aisle
Still jugging grannies
I'll scam yo fucking auntie
Pour out that shit that turn
The fiends into fucking zombies balmains on
You ain't crispy off the Abercrombie
Fuck preaching, I'ma pop yo ass
I am not Gandhi
Teacher tried to take the giffies
But it didn't happen
Flashing rolls in the hall and
I am not capping give up that music shit
Yo songs is not slapping
Keep a pair of Robins
I know you see the wings flapping
Roscoe Dash with the pieces, I'ma show out
Losing bad? We up twenty, that's a blowout
Bougie nigga, if I scuff the Loubs
They get thrown out don't do the drugs
I'ma lose it if I zone out i'm on fire
You can come and try to put it out
Scam Man, Punch God, bitch, I'm jugging now
Hoes used to laugh
Treat 'em like they nothing now
Ain't pull up in the Battle
Bus but we jumping out
Would've thought it was trash day
The way we dumped it out
They used to say I'm ass
I'm who they bumping now
Used to be nothing and the
Hoes know I'm something now
Stack the giffies
Ain't no damn way that I'm running out
Who's that flying in the Robins? Oh
That's StanWill
Move a muscle? Bro'll blow you
Better stand still
Shot seven out the 40, Glock holding
If the giffies don't get her
Loose then the bands will
Off the Burberry, that's my young bull
Said I won't snatch yo bitch?
I got dumb pull
I am not Costco but I keep a bundle
I'm thrusted up so it's fuck being humble
Not at church on Sunday but
I'm getting to it
Forgive me, God, I'm in love
The giffies made me do it
I'ma make it to the top
I promise I'ma prove it
Would've thought arm hurt
The way that he shooting
Been thrusted up so I don't
Know why you hurt stay in my bag like I'm
Looking for my school work
Red bottoms fourteen hundred, dawg
What yo shoes worth?
Flashing three hundred? Man
I spent that on a new shirt
Went from playing AU to
Swiping with the giffies
Blue strips in my jeans
I keep a couple fifties
Don't reach 'cause I'm strapped
Up like pair of take it how you want but we
The hottest in the city
That's my dawg, I swear the bro official
You cut the fuck off if
You ain't been official you is not hard
That tough shit is artificial
You are not a battleship
You cannot dodge this missile
I'll smack the shit out you
And that's on Jesus
I'ma throw a zip out the
Window since you fiending
Yes, I'm thrusted up
The fit just came from Neiman's
I'll pray to God that he
Shakes off all the demons
Said that I'm broke? Man
What Cookie was you hitting?
He gon' get put on a poster
Ain't no Blake Griffin
Oh, you cashed the buffs from Hutch?
No the fuck you didn't
Swipe this, punch that
That's how a nigga living