BabyTron - Monkey D. Luffy lyrics

Paid the whole bill
Your bitch said you the split it type
(Jay, this shit too crazy)
Poor-ass lil' boy yeah
Huh

Paid the whole bill
Your bitch said you the split it type
Demons all around me, prayer'd up
I ain't living right
Unky got some bully off the leash
Had to hit it twice darrelle Revis
Pick you off you try and pick a fight
Nice guy
You really can't tell cause my mug mean
Chain water, diamonds dancing
Gleaming off the sun beams
Talking 'bout you sipping mud, where
Dude? Your cup clean
I been getting money since before
My phone was touchscreen star player, boy
I hope the haters got the front seat
Monkey D luffy
I'm in my duffy off of One Piece
Shout out to that BIN, fire six
All my dumps heat
Heard doggy undercover, 21 Jump Street
Flying 'round with sticks, like a witch
Shit get wicked quick
Get the head, then like a chip, bitch
I'm finna dip twenty-eight Amiris
Tryna get the dog shit to fit
Laying in the ditch, face split
That's what snitches get
Double cup, deuce of Wocky, nah
This ain't Biggby's coffee
Unky got a kennel in the kitchen
It's 'bout fifty doggies
Touchdown, call ocky
Tell him get them giffies off me
Nike Tech vet
I done ran through like sixty joggers
Southpaw, hit the self scan
Jabbing with my right
Sending bitches in, like, "You gotta jam it
Then you swipe"
Worth a mill' ticket when I'm
Standin' by a mic
Why you talkin' 'bout some money? Never
Had it in your life

Man, don't be mad at me
That's a personal problem fix that shit
ASAP phew
Hey

Multi-colored diamonds in the chain
This bitch tie dye
Talking 'bout he made a ten ball
You want a high five?
Walking through the function
All the bitches got the side eye
V12, push the pedal once, you see me fly by
Amiri sneaks with the skeleton
I look like Dry Bones
Rap star, made my first five off an iPhone
Thirty ball, quick turn around
Ain't have to drive long
Frozone, slide down, buffs and my ice on
Blue wide body
Doggy thought he seen the state troopers
'Til we hopped out, Glocks out
I'm with face shooters
I been talking huge shit
Since a grade schooler
State to state cracking cards
Never been a 'caine mover i was down bad
But ma dukes made a table turner
Bitch, we on top like the stove
And we came with burners hit your bitch
I'm in her walls like a cable worker
Heard doggy song
He should've named it the greatest purper
Bitch, shoes Dior, jeans RtA
Slide this way, boy
I hope you got an army tank
Paid a few months of your
Rent on these Carti frames
Riding 'round with a doll, yeah
A Barbie thing hustle lacking
You will never touch the court again
Made a play today
That just means I got some more to spend
You gon' beat your bitch ass you
Find out we more than friends
In the fast lane, burning rubber
Headed towards the M

Ayy, ShittyBoyz