BabyTron, NyNy - LA Vibez lyrics
BabyTron [James Edward Johnson IV] Ypsilanti, Michigan. U.S.
[BabyTron, NyNy - LA Vibez lyrics]
Woo, ha, ayyy hokatiwi
You did your thing on this bitch
Woo, ayyy, ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz
Don't play
I'll send a bullet through your chest
She seen Amiris on my jeans
Course she threw back
Used to be down bad, now I superflex
In Downtown LA
Like "Should I do the 'Vette?" (Skrrrrt)
Just tore Saks down, need a sponsorship
(Tore it down)
Lil bitch used to spin, now she on my dick
(Lil slut)
Hit the Runtz and flew up like a rocket ship
AirPods in, feet up while I politic
In LA makin plays like I'm Kawhi Leonard
(Makin plays)
F-R-A-U-D, love them five letters
(Fraud, fraud)
Her credit great, but she trippin shit
I might let her (Shit)
I can't see you winning dude, like ever
(Huh, like ever)
Foreign bitch feed me pita bread and hummus
(Woooo) at the self scan, if the VISA bad
I'm runnin' (Ayy, ayy)
If I ain't at the mall
Then I'm scammin something
Bro Handy Manny, yeah he got a hammer on him
Bitch fuckin on a scammer, think she JT
Tryna fuck around and drop a AP
The Glock like a punt return
Ain't got no safety
RIP Kobe, see an opp, I'm droppin
Sick she came cowabunga when she see the wave
(Surf) i'll blow this bitch mind
She seen what I make
Mean mugging in the function
Brodie bring the K
Yeah this new bass fire, it's a VISA day
Told the opps when I see you
I'ma bust y'all
Told the bitch I won't catch
You if we trust fall
Real fetish over money, man I love fraud
I just fucked up the gram when I upped dog
Woke up to this bitch, like, "Damn
What happened?"
I'ma probably burn in hell
I done scammed her grandma
If I get her login
Then her bands gon' vanish
Why you trippin over hoes?
Need to practice balance
Why you trippin' on that nigga?
He ain't even yours
I'm in LA with the vibes
Fuckin up the stores
Nigga, fuck is you doin'? Open up my door
Bum nigga think he winnin' fuckin on a whore
Won't ever hear from me again
Playin' with my money (Stupid)
These niggas broke as hell
Pockets like my tummy
You ain't never stacked shit, make it last
Dummy
NyNy ugly in the face, speak facts, dummy
I'm all about a bag yeah
I bet these bitches know
He was playing the whole time
I ain't tripping though
Cute in real life, not in just lil videos
Pass the nigga to Cu', call it pick and roll
In my own lane, never hear no sneak dissin
Own my own shit, never be for weak bitches
I been going easy
Yeah I'm finna treat bitches
I ain't never needed friends
I don't need bitches
You did your thing on this bitch
Woo, ayyy, ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz
Don't play
I'll send a bullet through your chest
She seen Amiris on my jeans
Course she threw back
Used to be down bad, now I superflex
In Downtown LA
Like "Should I do the 'Vette?" (Skrrrrt)
Just tore Saks down, need a sponsorship
(Tore it down)
Lil bitch used to spin, now she on my dick
(Lil slut)
Hit the Runtz and flew up like a rocket ship
AirPods in, feet up while I politic
In LA makin plays like I'm Kawhi Leonard
(Makin plays)
F-R-A-U-D, love them five letters
(Fraud, fraud)
Her credit great, but she trippin shit
I might let her (Shit)
I can't see you winning dude, like ever
(Huh, like ever)
Foreign bitch feed me pita bread and hummus
(Woooo) at the self scan, if the VISA bad
I'm runnin' (Ayy, ayy)
If I ain't at the mall
Then I'm scammin something
Bro Handy Manny, yeah he got a hammer on him
Bitch fuckin on a scammer, think she JT
Tryna fuck around and drop a AP
The Glock like a punt return
Ain't got no safety
RIP Kobe, see an opp, I'm droppin
Sick she came cowabunga when she see the wave
(Surf) i'll blow this bitch mind
She seen what I make
Mean mugging in the function
Brodie bring the K
Yeah this new bass fire, it's a VISA day
Told the opps when I see you
I'ma bust y'all
Told the bitch I won't catch
You if we trust fall
Real fetish over money, man I love fraud
I just fucked up the gram when I upped dog
Woke up to this bitch, like, "Damn
What happened?"
I'ma probably burn in hell
I done scammed her grandma
If I get her login
Then her bands gon' vanish
Why you trippin over hoes?
Need to practice balance
Why you trippin' on that nigga?
He ain't even yours
I'm in LA with the vibes
Fuckin up the stores
Nigga, fuck is you doin'? Open up my door
Bum nigga think he winnin' fuckin on a whore
Won't ever hear from me again
Playin' with my money (Stupid)
These niggas broke as hell
Pockets like my tummy
You ain't never stacked shit, make it last
Dummy
NyNy ugly in the face, speak facts, dummy
I'm all about a bag yeah
I bet these bitches know
He was playing the whole time
I ain't tripping though
Cute in real life, not in just lil videos
Pass the nigga to Cu', call it pick and roll
In my own lane, never hear no sneak dissin
Own my own shit, never be for weak bitches
I been going easy
Yeah I'm finna treat bitches
I ain't never needed friends
I don't need bitches