BabyTron - Monsters & Mobsters lyrics

Unky stressed, he'll kill you hmm
(Ooh, it's BlueStrip, baby) Unky stressed
Huh

Unky stressed
He'll pop your top for a pack of cigs
I don't do it in the booth
But might have bought a cap from Lids
Before the rap, i had to go and run it
Up off of smacking BINs
223s to a six pack, they gon' crack his ribs
Ain't no joy on this road
This ain't exit nine buffs four thousand
Been a while since I exercised
Fit five thousand
I'll leave a bitch mesmerized
Hopped out with that TEC in my tech
Left them petrified ski mask and Glockies
I'll send them robbers on a mission
Used to be the ramen
Now it's only lobster in my kitchen
Late night
I'll send the monsters out to get him
This a boss meeting
I'm with mobsters in the trenches
Four of Wocky
Fell asleep and woke up to a new dub
Yeah, I seen you in the club
You should have threw somethin'
Unky on the block with some white
Look like some new ones truck driver
Ride 'round this bitch with a few tons
Three-five, one-seven, need some new lungs
Talking 'bout I'm broke, bitch
Is you dumb? Shooter on a kill streak
Might fuck around and nuke somethin'
Spent the whole night counting hundreds
I got blue thumbs huh, I be riding thinking
Should I drop the Rollie or hit
Hutch and diamond link it?
Trackhawky or I might be riding Demon
Left Somerset
I couldn't find my size in Neiman's
28 Amiri, size 42 Balenciaga
Unky in the kitchen with some
Putting fetty on 'em
Think he got that shit from my granny
She be Betty Crock-ing
Huh, and if it's beef, shit
I bet we squash it
I ain't using' hands, I'm using bullets
Better use your legs
Fell asleep, I was threw off red
(Ooh, it's BlueStrip, baby)
Thought that he was buff
Now his Cartis got the blew off lens
Unc' retired thirties
He just in this bitch blew off tens
Fuck, I'll blow a ten, you can't blow a ten
"BabyTron, wanna see the mega?" Come on
Throw it then trip to Tokyo
I'm 'round this bitch blowing Yen
Plug did you bold than a bitch
You out here blowing stems?
By 2023, I bet you that I'll blow a M
Talking 'bout you up a
Hundred ball, come on, show it then
SMH, you can't show me ten
Telling fairy tales like, shit, man
You hoed me when? LMAO, LOL, you a cornball
Let me catch you riding widebody
Shoot the doors off live in GTA
I hop up in this bitch and floor off
Off a six of Wockiana
We can have a snore off
I been hot since Bobby Shmurda
Dropped that one song blunt strong
I just fucked around and did my lungs wrong
Load up, yup, yup, I'm finna get my punch on
All three on the charm
I couldn't just do one tone
Shit talker, drip walker, I'm the definition
SB, DSM
Beef with us ain't the best decision
Even with the lights off, bitch
The necklace glisten fully out the sunroof
Lil' bro reckless with it
I might push the pedal to the floor
I'm tryna get home
In a two-three, but I'm with shooters
Better switch zones
Mike Amiris fucked around and
Got they Crip on slam dunk champ
Fuck around and leave the rim gone
Step back, James Harden, get my swish on
Hit my bitch for six rounds straight
And now my strength gone
Face card hotter than a fuck
I can't ride fishbowl
Backdoor season, bitch
I specialize in tiptoes

Hey, Shittyboyz, what up, BlueStrip?
Hey, hey hey hey (Ahahahaha ahahahahahaha)