BabyTron, Brooks - Nuketown lyrics
BabyTron [James Edward Johnson IV] Ypsilanti, Michigan. U.S.
[BabyTron, Brooks - Nuketown lyrics]
(Ayy, Clover, what up?)
Turn his block into Nuketown
I'll turn his block into Nuketown
Ayy, ShittyBoyz
Turn his block into Nuketown
Choppa with the muzzle make the poof sound
Benz looking like a UFO with the roof down
Flying off the Runtz
Grab yo bitch when I swoop down
I'm the truth now but you knew that
"Who that?", bitch, it's BabyTron
With yo through-ass i ain't gon' lie
Yo capping-ass should wear two hats
I'm feeling like The Punisher
I'm riding 'round with two straps
Yeah brooks wake up with yo ho
If she ain't tryna fuck then
The bitch gotta go
Pulling up to the White House
With a heavy load
The rubber for the something you gotta know
Is you perping or you working? Nigga
Tell me what you sold
Loving all on that bitch
I'll still do her bold
Tryna book me for a show? Need
A thousand on the nose
Test run, get a thousand of thеm bitches sold
Abusive on the road, jamming 201s
Chop split thе double team
Play tee, fuck it, I'ma do the 1s
Went and got a bag
Had to give the hooping up
All it took was the right BIN
Big-ass gadget on me, I'm a Spy Kid
Ruth's Chris dinner type shit when I dine in
Demons on my ass
Praying God let the light in
Balenciaga tripping you know how I play it
Fuck that, white tee, 'Miri jeans
Crackheads shot the bag down the way 'fore
I got it back in doing all the driving
Treat her like my best friend
Got the monkey on my back, oh
Not this shit again
Drink the whole pint of the lean, wake up
Do it again said she wanna fuck
Well won't you bring yo friend too?
My nigga in the kitchen showing
Off his dance moves
My nigga in the kitchen showing
Off his dance moves
My nigga in the kitchen showing
Off his dance moves
Turn his block into Nuketown
I'll turn his block into Nuketown
Ayy, ShittyBoyz
Turn his block into Nuketown
Choppa with the muzzle make the poof sound
Benz looking like a UFO with the roof down
Flying off the Runtz
Grab yo bitch when I swoop down
I'm the truth now but you knew that
"Who that?", bitch, it's BabyTron
With yo through-ass i ain't gon' lie
Yo capping-ass should wear two hats
I'm feeling like The Punisher
I'm riding 'round with two straps
Yeah brooks wake up with yo ho
If she ain't tryna fuck then
The bitch gotta go
Pulling up to the White House
With a heavy load
The rubber for the something you gotta know
Is you perping or you working? Nigga
Tell me what you sold
Loving all on that bitch
I'll still do her bold
Tryna book me for a show? Need
A thousand on the nose
Test run, get a thousand of thеm bitches sold
Abusive on the road, jamming 201s
Chop split thе double team
Play tee, fuck it, I'ma do the 1s
Went and got a bag
Had to give the hooping up
All it took was the right BIN
Big-ass gadget on me, I'm a Spy Kid
Ruth's Chris dinner type shit when I dine in
Demons on my ass
Praying God let the light in
Balenciaga tripping you know how I play it
Fuck that, white tee, 'Miri jeans
Crackheads shot the bag down the way 'fore
I got it back in doing all the driving
Treat her like my best friend
Got the monkey on my back, oh
Not this shit again
Drink the whole pint of the lean, wake up
Do it again said she wanna fuck
Well won't you bring yo friend too?
My nigga in the kitchen showing
Off his dance moves
My nigga in the kitchen showing
Off his dance moves
My nigga in the kitchen showing
Off his dance moves