BabyTron - Human Torch lyrics

"911, what's your emergency?"
"Uh, hi, we need help
Sir babyTron came to the
Ball with the fire BINs
And left it scorching we need you to
Send the fire department aSAP
Please please" shittyBoyz

"Whoa, BabyTron
Where this energy come from?"
I been charged up, use yo brain
Fucking dumb dumb
I got some shit in this clip
That you would run from
Got a play, told the plug meet me at one sum
(I'm on my way)
Apple worker on the road, I got five phones
I got some shit that make 'em
Jump like it's Sky Zone
Bitch seen the long sleeve
Left her ass mind blown


On the road for three days
I'm in a different time zone
Throwing jabs? You get popped
This ain't SummerSlam
Code talking with the plug
You wouldn't understand
Lil' bitch dumb as hell
She fucked another ham
One day the ShittyBoyz gon'
Be rocking Summer Jam push a button
You get cooked like a microwave
RIP lil' Chris
He made me feel some type of way
Speaking down on bro? Now you
Got a price to pay
If I catch his ass then God
Has a life to save
Oh, you crispy off the fake
Trues and fake Loubs?
On the 'Gram flashing fake
Buffs and fake blues
And yo ear turning green off the fake screws
Oh, you kill now? Let me guess
You made the fake news face card on fire
Grab the cheese out of Meijer's
Robin jeans all week, who the fuck is flyer?
Get the ass from her then
I'm spinning like a dryer
I'm the boss, lil' bitch
They come to me to get higher
Thrusted everyday
I ain't have to go to prom
Dukes raised a real one, shout-out to my moms
Ran it up in Cleveland, feeling like LeBron
Getting sunny outside so I had
To punch a dime slip on my sauce? You gon'
Fall and break yo neck
Yo bitch broke her neck too
Off the heavy check
If you catch me in the whip
I'm cooling in a Nike tech
Balmain sagging, seventh grade
I used to rock the Mets
Good orders, grab the package off the porch
Dude was talking loose and then
He got his ass scorched
F-F-Fire BINs, bitch
I'm something like the Human Torch
Skinny nigga so I'ma let the
Bullets do the horse
Asking for a punch? You get
Punched in yo shit
Bro blowing heads if he jumps in the mix
Red bottoms on, I had stunt in the kicks
Jugging shit, man
I made a bunch off the list
Skywalking so I'm feeling like I'm Anakin
Fucked up Saks
Could've cashed a fucking mannequin
Ham sent his last money
Probably got him panicking play my role
Get the neck then a nigga vanishing
We the reason they got warnings
On the touch pad waste management
I'm probably where the dumps at
Margielas on, zip me up like a lunch pack
Hollows hit like Ed Reed
Just step the fuck back check the forecast
It's supposed to rain giffies
Baby, I'm on the road, you know I stay busy
The Devil in my ear
He said he'll help me make fifty
I just pray to God every night
That he stays with me
It ain't shit to pick you
Off like you Manziel
How you real but wasn't there
When yo mans fell?
Decline what? My pieces hit
Like Chuck Liddell
Oh, you swipe that? It really
Doesn't ring a bell you're a rookie
You got zero like you Jayson Tatum
Runners on and you know Balenciaga made 'em
Dee had the hoes choosing
That's probably why they hate him
Got a Drac' with the Clippers
I'll send bro to fade him
On everything I love, you not touching me
How you gon' slide when yo tank touching E?
Oh, I'm broke? You must be
Tripping off the Russian Cream
ShittyBoyz, real boys
You know that's the fucking team

Yeah man, that shit was too easy
Bitch
Let me spell "GOAT" for you real quick
B-A-B-Y T-R-O-N i'm out this bitch
ShittyBoyz