BabyTron - Prince Of The Mitten lyrics

(Phew) hey (Phew)
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
Me and Stan just fucked up AT&T
Me and Stan just fucked up AT&T
Me and Stan just fucked up AT&T
Me and Stan just fucked up AT&T (Phew)
Hey (It's Lando, your bitch know, don't let your bitch go, nigga)
Hey, hey ShittyBoyz

Me and Stan ran it up off of EDD
Bitch'll never get a ring like CP3
Ain't no coffee in my cup, bitch
I'm drinking lean
Caught him broad day, easy breezy
I ain't need a beam
12 had to let me go, I told 'em
"I ain't see a thing" yeezy fiend
Closet stacked with Adidas sneaks
Trackhawks, Hellcats
Shit look like Need for Speed
Best believe I'ma be the GOAT


Whеn I leave the lеague

(Damjonboi) puncher next to me
Made a hundred off the dark web
Doggy got that fake Bape
Hundred for a shark head (Brr)
T-shirt Chrome, tell the lil' bitch
"My heart dead" (yeah)
Vanilla this, vanilla that
The young Tron was giffy grabbin'
Made his whole car stop
I fucked around and 50-cal'ed it (Pew, pew)
Late night, you only talk
You something like Jimmy Fallon
Put that lil' fucking gun down
My hitman really active

Two titties, give your ass a hundred piece
Track2s, walk around in thousand
Dollar running sneaks (Phew)
Ksubi jeans looking tight 'cause it's
A dub in these
2014, True Religions, belt double G's
So much ice on my neck
The bitches in the club gon' freeze
All the shit I seen up in
My life'll make your stomach quease (Phew)
Thinking shit sweet? Huh, come and see
Fell asleep and woke up confused
I done drunk a three

I been dogging hoes since I was twelve
This shit ain't nothing new
Dog Shit Militia
Up some pape' or we won't fuck with you
Five thousand on the Cartiers
I got the buffest view
Fuck around and dunk on yo' ass
If it's up with you

If the chopstick jam, shit
I'm getting hands on
If yo' pieces hitting
Why you never put yo' mans on?
Mm hmm, cut it out, you a ham, bro
Thousand dollar coat
Thousand dollar coffee cup
I got fifties, I got hunnids, lil' bitch
The joggy stuffed (Brrr)
Pendant after pendant
I'ma have Hutchie sauce me up
Touch a hair on me? Guarantee
We sending doggy up

Free Ri'
What brodie did? That shit was legendary
Poured an eight in January
I was sleep till February (Shit)
Pretty bitch
She look too nice but the head was scary
Three-five after three-five
Like it's necessary

Five thousand dollar fit
I'm dressing excellent i'll slide down
You the type be sending messages
Nah, for real, see him out
I bet we pressing him
I ain't road running, shit
I sent seven Mexicans

Whole lotta choppas at the spot, bitch
We like the army
I just hit a bitch off the buffs
Said she like the Cartis
I can out-smoke Bob, bitch
I'm high as Marley
Chilling at the crib making pape'
Ain't the type to party

Chopstick rusty
Unky sliding with a old rifle (Phew)
Sliding in a Striker, no registration
No title (Shit)
Scam star
Brodie in the kitchen by a snow pile
(Phew, phew, phew) i got a lotta kids trying
To steal my whole style (Phew, phew, phew)

European sneakers every day
My closet look like Saks (Shit)
Fool sipping NyQuil
He thinking that it look like Act' (Lame)
Pack of Backwoods pearls, shit
They look like Blacks (Phew)
Said that he had 'thrax
Opened the pack and it looked like cap
(Phew, phew)

Five percent tint, you can't see shit (Phew)
Tryna ride the wave? Fuck around
And you get seasick (I swear to God)
Pay this motherfucker off
We don't lease whips (Skrrt, skrrt)
Keep your lips sealed, you know loose lips
They sink ships (Lips)

Eighty racks, put it in my Louis V backpack
(Phew) hellcat'ing, bitch
We upgraded from them Scat Packs (Skrrt)
Ran it up fast, shit
I should've played some halfback (Nyoom)
It don't matter what the fuck you
Make if you can't stack

Miami in November, feel like Ray, shit
I'm living life (yeah)
If you care about it
Don't quit 'til you get it right
(You better) i pray for you if my shooter
Got you in his sight (Pow pow)
Shit talker
I been doing this since Fisher Price
(Lil' boy)

Habibi firebombing, got a missile tucked (Ha)
If them robbers come through
Then I guarantee they give it up
(Give it up)
Lifestyle huge, this basic bitch
She into little stuff (Bum)
Hit a bucket, shit, I'm getting clutch
(Phew) unky spot a fiend, whip it up
And then he fix her up (Phew, phew)
You ain't got the heart, go
'head, pull the trigger, punk
Dog Shit Militia, ShittyBoyz
It ain't no switching up (Phew)

Dior kicks, Mike Amiris
Glocky with the switch (Shit)
Hitman a motherfucker, catching bodies
No attempts (Brrow)
Out the way, but I'm still prolly in the mix
Wock'y, I'ma sip
Got me feeling godly in this bitch
(Phew, phew, yeah)

Widebody, don't know where to park at
(Skrrt, skrrt)
Unky in the kitchen whipping in
A Chrome Heart mask (Phew, phew)
Chop with the telescope'll send 'em
Where the stars at (Pow pow)
Backwood full of moon rock
I'm where Mars at (Phew)

Tell a bitch
"Shut the fuck up" with her broke-ass
In that Transformer, big engine
Finna float past (Skrrt)
Ninety dollar eighthy in the 'Wood
I only blow gas (Shit)
No pass
Gang sliding down like the road's bad
(Skrrt)
Ain't no ho in I, I step dolo (yeah)
Pocket look azul, red bottoms
Every step rojo
Need a pair of new Yeezys, shit
I'm finna check Nojo
Paint his nose red, we ain't
Aiming at yo' chest, bozo
(Brrrr)

High as hell, done woke up
Off the Wock' like, where the fuck I'm at?
(Brrrr) i don't fucking scrap
You throw a jab and I'ma up the strap
(Phew) punching jacks at the scam house
I'm finna double back (Phew)
Ten thousand dollar fit
(Phew) , I spent a dub in Saks
This some zaza (Phew, phew)
You smell it even when it's bubble wrapped
(Phew)

I just want to spend some money
I just want to spend some money
On the block with some
Titi'll test it for me
F&N hanging on my hip, we ain't wrestling
Dumnmy i done had some rainy days
But I bet the rest be sunny

Hey dog Shit Militia, ShittyBoyz
You know what the fuck going on
Can't fuck with me yeah