BabyTron, Skilla Baby - GlobeTrottin lyrics

1-800, call me for the fire
Bag my first then I'ma retire
Baby say she love me but she a liar
Why the fuck I gotta shoot for
A bro? He a sniper i'ma show you niggas
How to stack the chicken up
Mama mad at me 'cause I fucked
The kitchen up down here grinding
They think I'm rich as fuck
I'ma fuck her till I blow
She gon' lick it up
When I was down bad, they was laughing
Now I'm beating up her back end
She gon' eat this dick without asking
Put me in your group
Since I dropped "King James"
Call me "Baby Bron"
Young nigga catch the bag
Call him "BabyTron"
Never trust the opp niggas' bitches
They be lying
Every time I left it up to God
Dawg gave me signs

We know that shit fabrication, boy
You really broke me and Skilla on a song?
That's two billy goats
Playing Monkey in the Middle
With these silly hoes
Trust in the process but it's
Probably 'cause they Philly hoes
I'm tryna be rich forever
Feel like Roddy Ricch
Last of my kind, bitch, you can't copy this
Tryna touch an M ASAP, on some Rocky shit
Told her I'm the GOAT so
I guess I'm Captain Obvious
Last bitch took my heart and
Got to running with it
I ain't got no time for games
Wouldn't touch a scrimmage
If you see that one bag
I'm probably jumping in it
Field goal percentage through the roof, boy
Them dumps was hitting
You say you need some cheese? Let
Me reach up in my pocket
Pull my middle finger out 'cause, bitch
You need to stop it
Ain't from Harlem but I ran
It up off globetrotting
Hoes watching, feel like
Shawn Michaels, bitch, i'm show stopping
Punching everything, I need anger management
All these punches
Ain't no way I that I can manage this
I don't see my size? Strip
It off the mannequin
Once I slide this piece and
Grab the bag, bitch, i'm vanishing