BabyTron, RTB MB - Lavar Ball lyrics
BabyTron [James Edward Johnson IV] Ypsilanti, Michigan. U.S.
[BabyTron, RTB MB - Lavar Ball lyrics]
(Damn, JakeSand)
Disrespectful as hell, for real huh (Rado)
Pissin' with the door open while
I'm at your bitch house
When I walk up in the living room
I kick the kids out scammer to a rapper
Had to fuck around and switch routes
Miles Bridges, when I hear it's
Up, I got big bounce, huh
Ball so much, it should be my last name
(Lavar) telescope on it
I ain't shootin' at the stars
You know your shit a bucket
Can't be vroomin' in that car
Hutch did the jewelry
Got her droolin' off the charm sloppy roll
Got the Ksubis lookin like a Garda truck
When I'm in the iso, boy
It's hard to guard me up face card hot
I walk in and turn the party up
You won't catch me in the weight room
But my Cartis buff
You won't catch me, nah
You probably will catch me in the bank
Dickhead, catch the dub and hold the
L up in his face you trappin' two 'bows
Unky sell it in a day rap star
Might catch me in the hood
With felons sippin' drank
Luka Trončić, Sleeve Nash
I'ma change the game
I ain't postin' up off the
Wocky when I fade away
Made some shit today, you livin' day-to day
Bin Master, Punch God
I damn near got a database
Gang, niggas got to dissin'
So I bought a K today
I'm with BabyTron, I hit your baby moms
Sippin' Gatorade
Got so much clips in this Glock
Give 'em a taper fade
Play against Bron and sell some
Work where the Lakers play
Pour two fours of that Kobe Bryant
Now I'm finna face an eight
Hit your bitch for thirty minutes, timeout
I had to take a break
It's a problem if I hit your Backwood
And I don't make a face
It's 6K for the walkthrough, lil' bitch
I gotta make some pape'
I ain't got no heart
I get happy when I tax a fiend
I can't trust a bitch
She went behind my back like Zach LaVine
My bookbag
It got some racks in it and a pack of green
I just made a movie with your main bitch
I ain't practice schemes
I be in the weight room, Tron
And my Cartis tough
I ain't get no Plan B for
Her 'cause I hardly fucked
Type of nigga catch the plug lackin'
If he charge me up put some dog shit in her
We got Marley stuffed
Ball so much, it should be my last name
(Lavar) telescope on it
I ain't shootin' at the stars
You know your shit a bucket
Can't be vroomin' in that car
Hutch did the jewelry
Got her droolin' off the charm sloppy roll
Got the Ksubis lookin like a Garda truck
When I'm in the iso, boy
It's hard to guard me up face card hot
I walk in and turn the party up
You won't catch me in the weight room
But my Cartis buff
Disrespectful as hell, for real huh (Rado)
Pissin' with the door open while
I'm at your bitch house
When I walk up in the living room
I kick the kids out scammer to a rapper
Had to fuck around and switch routes
Miles Bridges, when I hear it's
Up, I got big bounce, huh
Ball so much, it should be my last name
(Lavar) telescope on it
I ain't shootin' at the stars
You know your shit a bucket
Can't be vroomin' in that car
Hutch did the jewelry
Got her droolin' off the charm sloppy roll
Got the Ksubis lookin like a Garda truck
When I'm in the iso, boy
It's hard to guard me up face card hot
I walk in and turn the party up
You won't catch me in the weight room
But my Cartis buff
You won't catch me, nah
You probably will catch me in the bank
Dickhead, catch the dub and hold the
L up in his face you trappin' two 'bows
Unky sell it in a day rap star
Might catch me in the hood
With felons sippin' drank
Luka Trončić, Sleeve Nash
I'ma change the game
I ain't postin' up off the
Wocky when I fade away
Made some shit today, you livin' day-to day
Bin Master, Punch God
I damn near got a database
Gang, niggas got to dissin'
So I bought a K today
I'm with BabyTron, I hit your baby moms
Sippin' Gatorade
Got so much clips in this Glock
Give 'em a taper fade
Play against Bron and sell some
Work where the Lakers play
Pour two fours of that Kobe Bryant
Now I'm finna face an eight
Hit your bitch for thirty minutes, timeout
I had to take a break
It's a problem if I hit your Backwood
And I don't make a face
It's 6K for the walkthrough, lil' bitch
I gotta make some pape'
I ain't got no heart
I get happy when I tax a fiend
I can't trust a bitch
She went behind my back like Zach LaVine
My bookbag
It got some racks in it and a pack of green
I just made a movie with your main bitch
I ain't practice schemes
I be in the weight room, Tron
And my Cartis tough
I ain't get no Plan B for
Her 'cause I hardly fucked
Type of nigga catch the plug lackin'
If he charge me up put some dog shit in her
We got Marley stuffed
Ball so much, it should be my last name
(Lavar) telescope on it
I ain't shootin' at the stars
You know your shit a bucket
Can't be vroomin' in that car
Hutch did the jewelry
Got her droolin' off the charm sloppy roll
Got the Ksubis lookin like a Garda truck
When I'm in the iso, boy
It's hard to guard me up face card hot
I walk in and turn the party up
You won't catch me in the weight room
But my Cartis buff