BabyTron - Just In Case lyrics
BabyTron [James Edward Johnson IV] Ypsilanti, Michigan. U.S.
[BabyTron - Just In Case lyrics]
Just in case I don't make it home tonight
Man, fuck that
(Let me make love to you for the last time
Baby) i'ma make sure I make it home
Real road runner
Wanna cherish each moment like the last
'Cause, baby, you're all that I have
So just in case shittyBoyz
Acting tough? You get stumped out
Hit the interstate
Run a route then I touchdown getting money
Now all the bitches wanna come 'round
I was down but the tables turned, bitch
I'm up now smoking Bubblegum Gelato
Thinking of a masterplan
2022, catch me speeding in
That Lamb' with Stan
We ain't kin, don't reach for dap
We ain't slapping hands
If it's on the 'Gram, it ain't real
Doing man to man
Slam dunked all in yo bitch
I'm playing bully ball
Backpack Boyz to the chest, this a cookie bow
On fully
Reach for this chain? Let the fully off
Out in public, got a image now
Can't take the hoodie off
I'm tryna put a dub up for
Every time I took a loss
Speaking of them L's, every one I took
I shook it off i'll leave a bitch in BFE
And have her looking lost
Had to cut her off because
She never understood a boss
Undisputed champ with the fraud
Where my belt at? Ghetto angels guarding me
I'm riding in a Hellcat
Clearing giffy racks
Mama thinking that I sell crack
Always bounce back
It ain't nothing that I failed at
Won't stop hustling till my jersey
Up there with the banner bro like Thor
Riding 'round clutching on the hammer
You got a trophy on yo neck
But if you tuck it, it don't matter
They tryna grab me by my heels
They see me coming up the latter
Bitch, you better check the power rankings
Getting irritated
Phone beeping while I'm counting Franklins
Stay away 'cause when you open up yo mouth
It sound like hating
Locked in even during recess
Wasn't out there playing
When I drop a Prezzi
I might make the caption "Tronald Reagan"
They was happy I was broke but
Now they got the frowning faces
Stop playing, you know damn well you pulled
That out yo savings hoes used to spin me
Same bitches talking 'bout our fame
I can't even make this up, bitch
I only came to fuck
Put my double cup in the freezer
I done made a slush
Still wearing True Religions? Boy
You need to hang 'em up
RIP Kobe 'cause I feel like
Him when he dropped eighty-one
June to August, I might blow
A bag but after that, i'm stacking
Up at five in the morning, bitch
I'm Mr track The-Package
Oh, you fell off? I thought that
You was in yo bag, what happened?
If you on that rim, that's okay
I'll meet you at the basket
Closet got designer this and that
I can mix and match
Hop out thinking that y'all tripping
Then we tripping back
Once yo brother six feet deep
Y'all can't get him back
Out of town on my rapper shit
Where the sprinter at?
Newest Track2 Balenci runners
They ain't got a scuff
Fast break, if it's 201s, I'ma lob it off
Yo whole gang could be up in a sauna
Y'all ain't hot as us
Tryna start a war? I promise what
Y'all got is not enough
Ayy
Think of how we made love almost anywhere
Haven't I taken you almost everywhere?
Think of all the things that, that we shared
Man, fuck that
(Let me make love to you for the last time
Baby) i'ma make sure I make it home
Real road runner
Wanna cherish each moment like the last
'Cause, baby, you're all that I have
So just in case shittyBoyz
Acting tough? You get stumped out
Hit the interstate
Run a route then I touchdown getting money
Now all the bitches wanna come 'round
I was down but the tables turned, bitch
I'm up now smoking Bubblegum Gelato
Thinking of a masterplan
2022, catch me speeding in
That Lamb' with Stan
We ain't kin, don't reach for dap
We ain't slapping hands
If it's on the 'Gram, it ain't real
Doing man to man
Slam dunked all in yo bitch
I'm playing bully ball
Backpack Boyz to the chest, this a cookie bow
On fully
Reach for this chain? Let the fully off
Out in public, got a image now
Can't take the hoodie off
I'm tryna put a dub up for
Every time I took a loss
Speaking of them L's, every one I took
I shook it off i'll leave a bitch in BFE
And have her looking lost
Had to cut her off because
She never understood a boss
Undisputed champ with the fraud
Where my belt at? Ghetto angels guarding me
I'm riding in a Hellcat
Clearing giffy racks
Mama thinking that I sell crack
Always bounce back
It ain't nothing that I failed at
Won't stop hustling till my jersey
Up there with the banner bro like Thor
Riding 'round clutching on the hammer
You got a trophy on yo neck
But if you tuck it, it don't matter
They tryna grab me by my heels
They see me coming up the latter
Bitch, you better check the power rankings
Getting irritated
Phone beeping while I'm counting Franklins
Stay away 'cause when you open up yo mouth
It sound like hating
Locked in even during recess
Wasn't out there playing
When I drop a Prezzi
I might make the caption "Tronald Reagan"
They was happy I was broke but
Now they got the frowning faces
Stop playing, you know damn well you pulled
That out yo savings hoes used to spin me
Same bitches talking 'bout our fame
I can't even make this up, bitch
I only came to fuck
Put my double cup in the freezer
I done made a slush
Still wearing True Religions? Boy
You need to hang 'em up
RIP Kobe 'cause I feel like
Him when he dropped eighty-one
June to August, I might blow
A bag but after that, i'm stacking
Up at five in the morning, bitch
I'm Mr track The-Package
Oh, you fell off? I thought that
You was in yo bag, what happened?
If you on that rim, that's okay
I'll meet you at the basket
Closet got designer this and that
I can mix and match
Hop out thinking that y'all tripping
Then we tripping back
Once yo brother six feet deep
Y'all can't get him back
Out of town on my rapper shit
Where the sprinter at?
Newest Track2 Balenci runners
They ain't got a scuff
Fast break, if it's 201s, I'ma lob it off
Yo whole gang could be up in a sauna
Y'all ain't hot as us
Tryna start a war? I promise what
Y'all got is not enough
Ayy
Think of how we made love almost anywhere
Haven't I taken you almost everywhere?
Think of all the things that, that we shared