BabyTron - Intro (Sleeve Nash) lyrics

Getta Beats yeah, Getta, ayy
Ayy, finna, ayy (Like I'm El Chapo)
Finna, ayy (Like I'm El Chapo)
I'm finna, ayy (Like I'm El Chapo)
Ayy, ayy shittyBoyz

Finna crank the throttle
In the club big lit
I need eight more bottles
Crab legs, boy, this ain't no lobster
Tall-ass chop make him fall like
I came with Tacko
AR-15, this bitch came with hollows
Red and white Comme des on, no
I ain't with Waldo steakhouse everyday
I heard you came McDonald's head fucked up
Puff-puff for that anger problem
Zaza, deep breath, yeah, I'm up there
Lil' bitch cold, ain't gon' lie, yeah
I punch hair need some PSDs for the chop
It's some nuts there out of town, feet up
I'm making money somewhere
Vlone saggy shirt, in my Bari bag
Bitch crucified my fucking buffs
In my Carti bag
I was in the zoo then escaped
In my Marty bag
Old bitch begging for the dick
With her sorry-ass huh, RIP
Talking 'bout fighting? Nephew
You can have these slugs
Twelve hundred dollar spike walkers, yeah
I'm splashing blood
Finna turn that lil' Trackhawk
To a Lambo truck
Finna text yo bitch "Where you
At? What you doing, boo?"
Mean-mugging up at every function, bitch
I'm super rude
Sent him up top, it's so crazy
He went through his roof
"BabyTron, BabyTron", lil' bitch, like
Who is you?
Deuce in my Gatorade, Wocky in electrolytes
If I stop and take a lil' puff, boy
I'm catching flight triple S, yeah
Nine hundred when I step tonight
Boy, it ain't shit left to swipe
Looked up, talked to God
I ain't living right
Live the baller life everyday
You can't live it twice
No GPS, I hit a left and then I hit a right
One through his head, one
Through his chest, boy, i done hit him twice
Lil' bitch
Please shut up and roll my weed now
Gotta take a picture every time
I'm fucking seen out
Oh shit, Glock party, bring the beams out
Got her pussy on drip-drop
Brought the sleeves out
Huh, lil' bitch, 'cause I'm Sleeve Nash
Hellcat going 120 when I speed pass
That lil'-ass Henny bottle
With her cheap-ass
Mr wake-Up-And-Get To-It, I get free cash
I'll give him seven hundred like I'm
Scrumble Man off a dookie 'Wood
He ain't smack off rellos
Scat Pack like Wiz Khalifa, yeah
It's black and yellow
Stop saying that I'm offbeat if
I match the tempo
Lil' bitch, you gotta listen to me
Unc' in a wheelchair, he like
"Bring the kitchen to me"
You up 10K in dubs
That ain't tripping to me
If you ain't a fucking ShittyBoy
You ain't shitting to me
And you can't sit next to me
Promise this a headshot, bitch, fuck yo vest
Dummy granny said, "What's that?"
Fraudulent check money
Why you kissing on that lil'
Neck? She threw the neck, dummy
Bitcoin, Bitcoin, feel like Temple Run
I'll step with one
Lil' model bitch, stupid head
Her shit extra dumb
I'ma call that boy "Nick Cannon"
He just met the drum huh, yeah, red rum
James tripping in the strip club
Told her spread something
I'ma hit his ass with that fryer
Watch his eggs jump
I'ma think I'm fucking Big Meech
Till the feds come then I'm El Chapo
Shells knock the meat out his head
This ain't Del Taco
Ask what that lil' bitch doing
Can you spell "swallow"?
Ask what's stuffed in the clip
Can you spell "hollow"?

Huh, ayy, ayy, ayy shittyBoyz
Like I'm El Chapo
Lil' bitch, can you spell "hollow"?
What the fuck? Like I'm El Chapo