BabyTron, Yung Boi Rob - Nothing New lyrics

Ayy huh, what up, Rob?
What up, Undefined?
This shit it right here, I ain't gon' lie
Huh, ayy undefined
Ayy ayy,  what up, Rob?
Ayy, ayy,  ShittyBoyz, ayy

It's fucked up that I don't fear death
RIP Chris, I ain't even shed a tear yet
When I try and do right, I steer left
Big black chop on my side
Huh, lil' bitch knew the principles
I used to think that my heart was invincible
But, nah, I see that bitch just invisible
I just got a heaven-sent BIN, on the biblical
Thrust God, good Amiris, boy
My drip tremendous
I can slide twenty GCs in fifty seconds
I just shock the clerk
I guess this bin electric
Playing with that metal
Let it rip like Jimi Hendrix
Real ShittyBoy like I'm in the restroom
Bet that bitch jaw drop when we step through
Had yo bitch sneak the head
Like she collect shoes finna come lab chain
Diamonds on the test tube

Me and Tron, guarantee you couldn't stop us
Got yo bitch bending over like she
Tryna pull her socks up
Like your phone turning on, yeah
My niggas finna pop up
And if she drop the addy
I'ma pull up and drop nuts
New clothes, new hoes but ain't nothing new
Doggy, please back up, I don't fuck with you
And yo mans get fucked up if he came with you
Damn, the TX with the making money moves
I put two holes in yo head
Like you getting it pierced
Big shotty, two horns like it came off a deer
You ain't God, dumb nigga
That's all that I fear
Talking out yo neck? I'ma hit
You and all your peers
You thought that I was gon'
Sing? yeah, you wrong, for sure
She tryna come with me, my nigga
So just let her go
Getting money, don't fold, yeah
That's what I know
Me and Tron came up from the dirt
Crazy how we blow

"Man, get yo bitch, she in Tron's likes"
TKO with the Drac', I do not fight
Used the 201 and turned Wally's to a
Dance around with this punch on
Me like it's prom night

Like it's prom night, nigga
We get dressed up fuck his body, man
We aiming from the neck up
After I'm done with her, ShittyBoyz
They next up
Nigga walking out the gym, I got my chest up

BabyTron and YungBoiRob
Tryna hit a lick, get that young boy robbed
Fuck with us? Boy, nah
I'm the Punch God, go and punch that clock

Got my dawgs with me, lil' nigga
This ain't PetSmart
We miss his head? Better hope that
Nigga got a blessed heart
Walk around with my pockets all
Fat like a left guard
And I just sent a bullet at
Yo ass like I'm Brett Favre

Walk around in this Nike, I'm a Tech star
I'll throw a bullet, I don't wrestle
I ain't Bret Hart
Man, this shit too easy, next bar
I ain't gon' lie
Touched a hundred off of XRs
I just fucked up Saks' catalog
The only person on my ass is my shadow, dawg
I was sick I just had the ball
If I up a pic on the
'Gram then she back on balls

Hell yeah, that bitch back on balls
Twenty dollars when she grab my drawers
Huh, that's Ethika i ain't playing
What up, Rob? Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
ShittyBoyz