BabyTron - Hit The Road lyrics

Yes, bitch
These red bottoms so don't break yo neck
But when I hit the road
 I drive off in the Nike tech
Channing Frye to the scamming
I'm a fucking vet
Dawg, stop hating on me and
Go and get a check had to turn around
My backseat a fucking mess
Double G's on me
You will never catch me wearing Guess
Louis checkers on me
Come and play a game of chess
Ten bands is my goal
I ain't coming back for less
You stressed, tripping on that ho, boy
You pressed i'm blessed
Can't you tell by the way I dress?
It's a mess
Good hollows tearing up his flesh
ShittyBoyz thrusted up, all we know is flex
Yes, got more pieces on me than a damn puzzle
Suede Balenciagas on so I'm
Watching out for puddles
All the highlights that I made
I deserve a huddle two pieces hit for ten
That's a double double
Mari owe me seventeen and he in the Beamer
White Balencis on
Looking like some fucking coffee creamer
Hit the set with the giffies
Fucking up Big Beaver
James in that black Jeep looking
Like the Grim Reamer
I got love for my and that's to the grave
Nigga run up on me? I'ma send
His ass to the grave
Run up on crazy on us? yeah, bro
You mighty brave
Hold on, bro, I'll call you back
I got another play yes, that was us horsing
Niggas at the festival
Jeans cost six hundred, bitch
Get off my testicles you ain't street
Stay in the crib and eat yo vegetables
You got a play? Of
Course my schedule flexible
My shooter pull up in that hoodie
Call that nigga "Melo"
Take off them Space Jams
Them bitches getting yellow
Stop smoking on them squares
And them petty rellos
Red bottoms on my feet looking
Like I stepped in Jell-O
Asked what's on my feet? Just
Know these bitches foreign
Deep from the redzone, I'm talking
I'm scoring
Balling on these niggas like I'm Horace
You snoring, the whip woke you up
This bitch roaring
You boring, yo bitch said
"BabyTron do it better"
Giffies hitting hard as fuck
I punched a BAPE sweater
Broke niggas look up to me
I'm a trendsetter
Yeah, that's yo bitch but I promise
You I make her wetter
I'm in here horsing niggas like equestrian
Hit the road off the juice
I might kill a pedestrian
And if I'm a bitch
Come over here and test me then
Bro said he got a play
I just told him text me when
Got white boy shooting on my
Team like Pistol Pete
They'll take you out the game
Like when the whistle beep
Green and red Gucci looking like
A fucking Christmas tree
Play with my cash and my
Dawg getting to gripping heat