BabyTron - MySpace lyrics
BabyTron [James Edward Johnson IV] Ypsilanti, Michigan. U.S.
[BabyTron - MySpace lyrics]
(Damjonboi)
Bitch, I had a status before
Tom added my MySpace condo out the way
When winter hit I'm finna migrate (Brrrt)
My plays, my way, my chains
My pape', my apes, my drank
You wish that you was me, don't you?
Fly way the highway, pint help me hydrate
Got the game on lock, a hunnid M's
I got the key for you
You ain't a stacker
You got zero like Hector Zeroni (Shit)
Clip glued to my pelvis, I step into Coney
(Brrt) lil' brodie Kenny Smith
How he jet in the stoley (Skrrt)
Olympian, shit, how I'm feeling
My necklace a trophy
VVs got my chilly, shit
I caught the sniffles
J crawford, score a four off the dribble
In that Bat Mobile, we spinned the block
They tryna solve the riddle (What?)
Too official
All I'm missing is a ball and whistle
Shit, I'm speeding in the Demon
It's not a Camaro
Living like the mob, Goodfellas
I'm Robert Di Nero (The boss)
Rocking all this gold
I'm on top like a Pharaoh
Pull up to the spot to get some gas
This is not the Valero
When I'm rocking apparel, Yohji Yamamoto
Boy I be dropping dineros
Robbing through the hood
You might get shot with an arrow
I was Prada'd up, double strapped
You was rocking some Aero (yeah, yeah)
My plays, my weight, my chains
My pape', my apes, my drank
You wish that you me, don't you?
Fly way the highway, pint help me hydrate
Got the game on lock, a hunnid M's
I got the key for you
I'ma give it all I got till I drop
Fell asleep half way
Couldn't even kill my pop
Boy, this bitch filled with Wock'
Gloves on, fill the chop
It could be ten years, bitch
You know you still a opp ha ha, ha ha, ha ha
Look, bitch
Spikes on the Loubs look like a porcupine
Feel like D mitch, flying 'round with the 45
Two in the half pints
We poured up like forty lines
Amphetamines, opioids
Catch him riding luxury and
Get his Rolls-Royce destroyed
We gon' park his shit
Out in Troy with a sixty
On a Neiman Marcus trip
Shit, voices in my head
I feel like Randy Orton
Probably 'cause I'm off a ten
But brodie off the Xannies snoring
Bitch, I had a status before
Tom added my MySpace condo out the way
When winter hit I'm finna migrate (Brrrt)
My plays, my way, my chains
My pape', my apes, my drank
You wish that you was me, don't you?
Fly way the highway, pint help me hydrate
Got the game on lock, a hunnid M's
I got the key for you
Tripping on the road
Interview to a show, switching out my clothes
You asked the plug for twenty bags
I'm digging out the 'bow
Carties with the pointers
I got boogers dripping off my nose
Let me know, i'll flick that switch and get
Up in that mode all these vanillas on me
Feeling gifted in the store
Road runner, first dub, I did it in the O
Need a jersey that say "Maravich"
How I pistol tote
Why the fuck he didn't shoot?
I think his pistol broke
Jordan every time I drop, bitch, I'm 6-0
Bitch, I been the GOAT
My plays, my way, my chains
My pape', my apes, my drank
You wish that you me, don't you?
Bitch, I had a status before
Tom added my MySpace condo out the way
When winter hit I'm finna migrate (Brrrt)
My plays, my way, my chains
My pape', my apes, my drank
You wish that you was me, don't you?
Fly way the highway, pint help me hydrate
Got the game on lock, a hunnid M's
I got the key for you
You ain't a stacker
You got zero like Hector Zeroni (Shit)
Clip glued to my pelvis, I step into Coney
(Brrt) lil' brodie Kenny Smith
How he jet in the stoley (Skrrt)
Olympian, shit, how I'm feeling
My necklace a trophy
VVs got my chilly, shit
I caught the sniffles
J crawford, score a four off the dribble
In that Bat Mobile, we spinned the block
They tryna solve the riddle (What?)
Too official
All I'm missing is a ball and whistle
Shit, I'm speeding in the Demon
It's not a Camaro
Living like the mob, Goodfellas
I'm Robert Di Nero (The boss)
Rocking all this gold
I'm on top like a Pharaoh
Pull up to the spot to get some gas
This is not the Valero
When I'm rocking apparel, Yohji Yamamoto
Boy I be dropping dineros
Robbing through the hood
You might get shot with an arrow
I was Prada'd up, double strapped
You was rocking some Aero (yeah, yeah)
My plays, my weight, my chains
My pape', my apes, my drank
You wish that you me, don't you?
Fly way the highway, pint help me hydrate
Got the game on lock, a hunnid M's
I got the key for you
I'ma give it all I got till I drop
Fell asleep half way
Couldn't even kill my pop
Boy, this bitch filled with Wock'
Gloves on, fill the chop
It could be ten years, bitch
You know you still a opp ha ha, ha ha, ha ha
Look, bitch
Spikes on the Loubs look like a porcupine
Feel like D mitch, flying 'round with the 45
Two in the half pints
We poured up like forty lines
Amphetamines, opioids
Catch him riding luxury and
Get his Rolls-Royce destroyed
We gon' park his shit
Out in Troy with a sixty
On a Neiman Marcus trip
Shit, voices in my head
I feel like Randy Orton
Probably 'cause I'm off a ten
But brodie off the Xannies snoring
Bitch, I had a status before
Tom added my MySpace condo out the way
When winter hit I'm finna migrate (Brrrt)
My plays, my way, my chains
My pape', my apes, my drank
You wish that you was me, don't you?
Fly way the highway, pint help me hydrate
Got the game on lock, a hunnid M's
I got the key for you
Tripping on the road
Interview to a show, switching out my clothes
You asked the plug for twenty bags
I'm digging out the 'bow
Carties with the pointers
I got boogers dripping off my nose
Let me know, i'll flick that switch and get
Up in that mode all these vanillas on me
Feeling gifted in the store
Road runner, first dub, I did it in the O
Need a jersey that say "Maravich"
How I pistol tote
Why the fuck he didn't shoot?
I think his pistol broke
Jordan every time I drop, bitch, I'm 6-0
Bitch, I been the GOAT
My plays, my way, my chains
My pape', my apes, my drank
You wish that you me, don't you?