BabyTron - Jugg Messiah 3 lyrics
BabyTron [James Edward Johnson IV] Ypsilanti, Michigan. U.S.
[BabyTron - Jugg Messiah 3 lyrics]
Yeah (Ayy, JK) If you ain't
Looking for the checkmate
You ain't thinking right
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz
If you ain't looking for the checkmate
You ain't thinking right
Every move you take be an L
You must be the knight
Why you put that chain on if
You ain't even freeze the ice?
If you don't treat me like a king, bitch
I'ma leave tonight
Off White with the arrows
I don't do that Aéropostale
Why the fuck your whip so slow?
Is you scared of throttle?
Scoring like Kareem in these buffs
Not a pair of goggles
Heard it's hoes around, shit
The BNB prepared with bottles
Your mans broke on his dick
Put him on his feet
Out in Cali, thinking 'bout the hood
Looking at the bеach
Jugg Messiah 3, JK back up on the beat
Hе had a BAPE sign, 223 took it off his tee
Ruth Chris dinner, ask the waiter
"Can I start with water?"
Let us catch you on the East
We gon' leave that car on Chalmers
Swing sticks like we golfing
Wocky in the Arnold Palmer
Flying 'round in a UFO
I can't park the saucer
At the mall ten in the
Morning like a power walker
We trying to cut your head with these sticks
But I ain't 'round no barbers
If the plug taxing, I'ma rob him
Fuck a counteroffer bitch head so good
I made her stay an hour longer
Once you put another jersey on
You can't switch back
In the field like Khalil Mack, bitch
I get sacks
Punch God, yes, bitch, that's me
I still ship jacks
My bitch working magic with the Visas
She know witchcraft scat Pack
Told her buckle up 'fore she get whiplash
Good lil' 'script
Auntie told 'em that her hip bad
Getting work in
Brodie shooting like a gym rat
Post my location on the 'Gram
It say "Zip Bag" he need a big hat in the
Booth 'cause he big cap
That 2006 Taurus, you can't even drift that
If gang down
The first rule is to split racks
Real shit talker
Think I need a hundred Tic Tacs
Oh, you want the sauce? Have you
Ever seen a pig fly?
You put your trust in her
Don't you know that every bitch lie?
I don't want the steak if the
Rice with it ain't shrimp fried
Used to treat me like the little guy
Now I'm big time
Used to leave me on the bench
Now I'm balling like I'm Jordan
Riding 'round foreign
Hop out walking in some foreigns
You ain't got no money
So what you talk is not important
They don't got what I want to eat, bae
We off to Morton's
Said that he the plug, well
The cord must've got a shortage
Poured a four at the airport
And I snored through boarding
If you ain't outside
Then we on the block door to dooring
Heard they let you start one game
You had a poor performance
All the pain I ever felt
That shit implanted in my brain
That life shit goes on, whatever happened
I can't change
Balling on the sunny days 'cause I
Was stacking through the rain
Good casket for you if you think
You snatching you a chain
Straight to the racks
I'm a warrior like Kevon Looney
Fuck around and breakdance to it
This shit hella groovy
Ain't a snake nowhere by me
But I'm stepping Gucci
Thought he heard a T-Rex
That's the engine revving, goofy
Shawn Michaels DNA, I pull up, stop the show
Baby she ask for some money, that's
A, "Hell nah", ain't no, "Maybe"
Grab a profile, ship a cash card
And go crazy back before the booth
I was straight 'cause the road paid me
Big loaf now
Back then was starving with a crumb
Shout out Lando
He knew I'd be a star before I was
Step back, hit it, bitch
I get like Harden in the clutch
Valet know who it is
They parked it in the front
I ain't never need a time machine
To see them M's coming
Every time I fell down
I got up and kept running
Three five of Mambas in the
'Wood got my head rushing
I'm two minutes into your song
You ain't said nothing
Looking down at the Apple Watch, bitch
It's game time they used to lane change
Now they switch boats and wave ride
SB4L, lil' bitch, I'm on the same side
You smoking bottom shelf Cookie, pussy boy
You ain't fried
Spell, "Team", young dawg, you
Don't hear the letter, "I"
Real life scammer
Hit them stores for a better life
Thinking that you turnt? Better make
Sure your pressure right star player
You can check the box score whatever night
Phew, huh, ayy huh, ayy, ShittyBoyz
Looking for the checkmate
You ain't thinking right
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz
If you ain't looking for the checkmate
You ain't thinking right
Every move you take be an L
You must be the knight
Why you put that chain on if
You ain't even freeze the ice?
If you don't treat me like a king, bitch
I'ma leave tonight
Off White with the arrows
I don't do that Aéropostale
Why the fuck your whip so slow?
Is you scared of throttle?
Scoring like Kareem in these buffs
Not a pair of goggles
Heard it's hoes around, shit
The BNB prepared with bottles
Your mans broke on his dick
Put him on his feet
Out in Cali, thinking 'bout the hood
Looking at the bеach
Jugg Messiah 3, JK back up on the beat
Hе had a BAPE sign, 223 took it off his tee
Ruth Chris dinner, ask the waiter
"Can I start with water?"
Let us catch you on the East
We gon' leave that car on Chalmers
Swing sticks like we golfing
Wocky in the Arnold Palmer
Flying 'round in a UFO
I can't park the saucer
At the mall ten in the
Morning like a power walker
We trying to cut your head with these sticks
But I ain't 'round no barbers
If the plug taxing, I'ma rob him
Fuck a counteroffer bitch head so good
I made her stay an hour longer
Once you put another jersey on
You can't switch back
In the field like Khalil Mack, bitch
I get sacks
Punch God, yes, bitch, that's me
I still ship jacks
My bitch working magic with the Visas
She know witchcraft scat Pack
Told her buckle up 'fore she get whiplash
Good lil' 'script
Auntie told 'em that her hip bad
Getting work in
Brodie shooting like a gym rat
Post my location on the 'Gram
It say "Zip Bag" he need a big hat in the
Booth 'cause he big cap
That 2006 Taurus, you can't even drift that
If gang down
The first rule is to split racks
Real shit talker
Think I need a hundred Tic Tacs
Oh, you want the sauce? Have you
Ever seen a pig fly?
You put your trust in her
Don't you know that every bitch lie?
I don't want the steak if the
Rice with it ain't shrimp fried
Used to treat me like the little guy
Now I'm big time
Used to leave me on the bench
Now I'm balling like I'm Jordan
Riding 'round foreign
Hop out walking in some foreigns
You ain't got no money
So what you talk is not important
They don't got what I want to eat, bae
We off to Morton's
Said that he the plug, well
The cord must've got a shortage
Poured a four at the airport
And I snored through boarding
If you ain't outside
Then we on the block door to dooring
Heard they let you start one game
You had a poor performance
All the pain I ever felt
That shit implanted in my brain
That life shit goes on, whatever happened
I can't change
Balling on the sunny days 'cause I
Was stacking through the rain
Good casket for you if you think
You snatching you a chain
Straight to the racks
I'm a warrior like Kevon Looney
Fuck around and breakdance to it
This shit hella groovy
Ain't a snake nowhere by me
But I'm stepping Gucci
Thought he heard a T-Rex
That's the engine revving, goofy
Shawn Michaels DNA, I pull up, stop the show
Baby she ask for some money, that's
A, "Hell nah", ain't no, "Maybe"
Grab a profile, ship a cash card
And go crazy back before the booth
I was straight 'cause the road paid me
Big loaf now
Back then was starving with a crumb
Shout out Lando
He knew I'd be a star before I was
Step back, hit it, bitch
I get like Harden in the clutch
Valet know who it is
They parked it in the front
I ain't never need a time machine
To see them M's coming
Every time I fell down
I got up and kept running
Three five of Mambas in the
'Wood got my head rushing
I'm two minutes into your song
You ain't said nothing
Looking down at the Apple Watch, bitch
It's game time they used to lane change
Now they switch boats and wave ride
SB4L, lil' bitch, I'm on the same side
You smoking bottom shelf Cookie, pussy boy
You ain't fried
Spell, "Team", young dawg, you
Don't hear the letter, "I"
Real life scammer
Hit them stores for a better life
Thinking that you turnt? Better make
Sure your pressure right star player
You can check the box score whatever night
Phew, huh, ayy huh, ayy, ShittyBoyz