BabyTron - IG Captions lyrics

Yeah yeah, this, you know who type
Of beat this is, huh
Huh, ayy (It's Hokatiwi)
Ayy yeah

Never once in life did I
Try and be somebody else deep down inside
Feel like I don't need nobody help
Dub after dub
I just know this shit come with L's
Balling on my own
I went through pain ain't nobody felt
Talk shit
Wipe my mouth 'fore I leave the booth
Paul Pierce could be your fucking pops
Still wouldn't be the truth
With some hell raisers, skrrt off
Hear the Demon zoom bloomingdale, Saks
Finna fuck up Neiman's too
Let me tell you something
All that tough talk, when it's smoke
Just inhale you some shot clock cheese, boy
Them boys got a bail out bucket
Since high school, shit
I ain't really fail on nothing
Real life, ain't cap since I wore a gown
Tried to lock me out the game
Seen the door and tore it down
Used to watch LeBron
I take heat down to Florida now
Used to wanna be the star player
I'm performing now
Huh, yeah, you better guard me high as hell
Forgot the whip don't even take no car keys
Me and Teejay on a play, shoot at Far East
Playmaker, used to ask coach, "Can I start
Please?" walk a lil' drip, come through
Talk a lil' shit
Before you run with the bag
You gotta walk a lil' bit
Good zaza, yes, bitch, I'm off a lil' bit
Ain't no gender switch on this chop
It chalk a lil' bitch
Money team with the punches, what up, Floyd?
Kudos, them buffs ain't from Hutch, boy
Broke than a motherfucker, need a crutch, boy
Scam God
Pulling twenty jacks off of one 'Droid
Runtz got me outer space
I'm flyer than an asteroid
Play a dirty game in the city
We the bad boys
You cannot slide, your whip ain't
Even got no gas, boy
Buy it for the low, same day, I'ma tax boy
They say time is money
But I wish I could borrow hours
Money on your head, Bape zip
Bet my shark devour bicep in the widebody
Hear it start with power (Skrrt, ayy)
Threw a twenty ball at my
Bitch when she started pouting
Tryna run off, crack his legs
We'll Harbor House him
He can make it, but he can't stack it
Worst part about him
If he don't use his head
Sneak up and knock the smart up out him
Damn, now his brains on the sidewalk
Bitch said I'm broke
Let my chains and my ice talk
You ain't spending pape'
Please get up off the skywalk
Played the game
Now it's 223s in your drywall
Bathing Ape with the Human Made
It say dry all (Woo)
Grab the money out the shh, then I drive off
(Woo)
Two-four-seven with it, fuck a night off
Like underneath your eyebrows, bitch, I ball
Andrei Kirilenko, got an AK-47 tucked
Pop like it's fudge, started off as a 7UP
Three off a credit
Slide six off a debit punch
Thinking I'ma lose the long run, okay
Bet it up
No hooks, no chorus, all Instagram captions
Drums here, sticks there
It's looking like this band practice
Exotic Backwoods like my shirt
I got bad habit's
Vlone tee for the free off of scam magic
They can see me balling from the
Farthest seat up in the crowd
If I ever hear it's up with doggy
Put him in the ground
All that lil' spinning shit dead
I can hit her now
Bitch asked for money, that's
Like asking me, "Do fishes drown?"
Like, hell nah
Said that I'd come up quick as hell
What I tell y'all?
I been up since I got up, I ain't fell off
It's 2021, do not ask if I sell sauce
Fuck an L
Lately I just really have my mind on wins
We gon' come back to back for
Bro if you slide on him punch God
Remember all them nights tryna find a BIN
Got the force
I'll swing the stick like I'm Qui-Gon Jinn
Yeah, bitch, I'm feeling like a Jedi Knight
Pretty lil' bitch finna give me
The head I like you miss the shots
Crank your badges up and
Get your deadeye right
Lil' bitch won't hop off my dick
'cause I said I swipe

Ayy, ShittyBoyz