BabyTron - Pissed Off lyrics
BabyTron [James Edward Johnson IV] Ypsilanti, Michigan. U.S.
[BabyTron - Pissed Off lyrics]
(1WayKay, you went off on this bitch)
Yeah, huh
Fuck around and drop the top on the coupe
Ayy, yeah, yeah
Fuck around, and drop the top on the coupe
Ayy 762s, tryna knock him out his shoes, ayy
Reach for this chain? Fuck around
And make the news, ayy
Reach for this chain? Quickest way
To get you blew, ayy
Ten toes, bitch
I'm standing on them till the day I'm gone
Would've thought the Glock was
Full of Runtz, we done made him float
ShittyBoyz BabyTron
She choosing if they play a song
Secure the bag, OT, I'm finna take it home
I'm the Punch King
You cannot take my throne this some creed
Hundred dollars when I spray cologne
I don't even know you, why
The fuck is you hating, bro?
Pissed in the club
Finna make the strippers rake the floor
Stuffing dick in this bitch mouth
I'm tryna break her throat
Would've thought my parents wasn't human
They done made a GOAT
Wintertime, I'ma throw some money up
And make it snow
(Every time you shoot, you miss yo shot
That's why yo rating's low)
Every time you shoot, you miss yo shot
That's why yo rating's low
In the trenches iced up
Shit, forgot I'm famous, bro
Let a clown think shit sweet
We gon' paint his nose
Margiela stepping, if I trip
I might paint the floor
One man army but I ride
Around with six weapons
Do the dash and swing the widebody
It might get hectic unky in the kitchen
Cost a band for a wrist lesson
Done selling sauces, 10K just for six methods
Ten thousand dollar fit on
Walk around through the opp shit
Huh, they won't touch me though
Half sleep flying off some Wock'
I'm just chilling in the cockpit
Huh, I just drunk a four
I can switch it up, they missing shit
They blickies glitching up
I can't have a bitch around me
If she on some iffy stuff
I'll have this 9 flying at
You like when Iggy jump
Bitch tryna ride me like a horse
I told her giddy up
You still got a ten? You need to get it up
Wock' party, you need five hundred
Tryna hit a cup
Bob Marley, I'ma face this bitch
You can't hit my blunt
Chopstick, swing around and doot
If he feeling tough
Huh, took his Cartis, he was feeling buff
Ex bitch losing
Seen her out looking hit as fuck
Mike Amiri newest season
Make it hard to drip with us
Pedal pushing in my Triple S's
Finna triple up
Keep a hammer like I'm Triple H
Wednesday, two o'clock
I'm at Fleming's getting steak
Everything heavy, bitch
You playing with some little pape'
Everything heavy, bitch
You playing with some lil' weight
I was fucked up, they seen me hungry
They can't get a plate 12 flicked me, like
I hope they know I'm finna get away
Remember being fucked up
Was praying for a bigger play
Bitch, I know you see my chain
I'm looking like the shit today
Why the ugly hoes always instigate?
Ugly roll
Bitch talk loose? Up it in her face
Been in my bag, you zipped your zipper late
Brodie caught a body in the foreign
Finna switch the plates
Ayy ayy, ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz
Yeah, huh
Fuck around and drop the top on the coupe
Ayy, yeah, yeah
Fuck around, and drop the top on the coupe
Ayy 762s, tryna knock him out his shoes, ayy
Reach for this chain? Fuck around
And make the news, ayy
Reach for this chain? Quickest way
To get you blew, ayy
Ten toes, bitch
I'm standing on them till the day I'm gone
Would've thought the Glock was
Full of Runtz, we done made him float
ShittyBoyz BabyTron
She choosing if they play a song
Secure the bag, OT, I'm finna take it home
I'm the Punch King
You cannot take my throne this some creed
Hundred dollars when I spray cologne
I don't even know you, why
The fuck is you hating, bro?
Pissed in the club
Finna make the strippers rake the floor
Stuffing dick in this bitch mouth
I'm tryna break her throat
Would've thought my parents wasn't human
They done made a GOAT
Wintertime, I'ma throw some money up
And make it snow
(Every time you shoot, you miss yo shot
That's why yo rating's low)
Every time you shoot, you miss yo shot
That's why yo rating's low
In the trenches iced up
Shit, forgot I'm famous, bro
Let a clown think shit sweet
We gon' paint his nose
Margiela stepping, if I trip
I might paint the floor
One man army but I ride
Around with six weapons
Do the dash and swing the widebody
It might get hectic unky in the kitchen
Cost a band for a wrist lesson
Done selling sauces, 10K just for six methods
Ten thousand dollar fit on
Walk around through the opp shit
Huh, they won't touch me though
Half sleep flying off some Wock'
I'm just chilling in the cockpit
Huh, I just drunk a four
I can switch it up, they missing shit
They blickies glitching up
I can't have a bitch around me
If she on some iffy stuff
I'll have this 9 flying at
You like when Iggy jump
Bitch tryna ride me like a horse
I told her giddy up
You still got a ten? You need to get it up
Wock' party, you need five hundred
Tryna hit a cup
Bob Marley, I'ma face this bitch
You can't hit my blunt
Chopstick, swing around and doot
If he feeling tough
Huh, took his Cartis, he was feeling buff
Ex bitch losing
Seen her out looking hit as fuck
Mike Amiri newest season
Make it hard to drip with us
Pedal pushing in my Triple S's
Finna triple up
Keep a hammer like I'm Triple H
Wednesday, two o'clock
I'm at Fleming's getting steak
Everything heavy, bitch
You playing with some little pape'
Everything heavy, bitch
You playing with some lil' weight
I was fucked up, they seen me hungry
They can't get a plate 12 flicked me, like
I hope they know I'm finna get away
Remember being fucked up
Was praying for a bigger play
Bitch, I know you see my chain
I'm looking like the shit today
Why the ugly hoes always instigate?
Ugly roll
Bitch talk loose? Up it in her face
Been in my bag, you zipped your zipper late
Brodie caught a body in the foreign
Finna switch the plates
Ayy ayy, ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz