BabyTron - Scam Season lyrics
BabyTron [James Edward Johnson IV] Ypsilanti, Michigan. U.S.
[BabyTron - Scam Season lyrics]
ShittyBoyz
Yo plug is a ham, get yo source right
Road running with them cards
This my fourth night bro in her walls
Beat 'em down like it's Fortnite
Smacked off a 'Wood
Eating this my fourth flight
If swiping was a sport, I'd go D1
Bro'll blow yo ass like Steph blew that 3-1
Yeah, you talking bands but I ain't seen one
Take them dirt balls off yo feet
These the clean ones
Till you see me up a hundred blues
I jugged about a hundred hams
Out a hundred shoes
I know about a hundred goons
With a hundred tools if they pull up
They gon' probably leave a hundred tombs
The only thing on my head is
Donny Bands, that's my dawg
Don't get thrust on flex in the Big B's
I used to have the Chucks on
Ham asked where her shoes at, get the fuck on
Thrusted up on that bitch for no damn reason
Busting juggs if I gotta play, my mans eating
All year nonstop, just ask
On the road, turn around
This that scam season
Thrusted up on that bitch for no damn reason
Busting juggs if I gotta play, my mans eating
All year nonstop, just ask
On the road, turn around
This that scam season
Bro slide down like he finna share a Snapcode
Downlow them scams, fuck a trap phone
Got some shit in Glock'll break yo backbone
Red and blue beams on the straps
This ain't Zap Zone
223s in this chop'll make you tipped over
I don't shoot, he in the back
Don't get picked over
Play with my kin? That's something
You get killed over
Loubs on like I stepped in
Kool-Aid that's spilled over
Mar like to shoot that heat
Call him "Goran Dragić"
I could probably fly with these
Wings on my Robin pockets
Bringing up me in fake clothes? Boy
You need to stop it
I'm yo plug favorite plug
Something like a socket
Foreign fit's and I'm balling
Call me "Gallinari"
I got more slides on me
Than a park at Kalahari when I pop
Don't be on my line saying that you sorry
If you see me riding in
That bimmer then I'm with
Thrusted up on that bitch for no damn reason
Busting juggs if I gotta play, my mans eating
All year nonstop, just ask
On the road, turn around
This that scam season
Thrusted up on that bitch for no damn reason
Busting juggs if I gotta play, my mans eating
All year nonstop, just ask
On the road, turn around
This that scam season
LaVar Ball, never lost with these 101s
Kyrie Irving with these pieces
That's a one and done
Bro said we in the bonus so I'm shooting
Pocket rocket in my Robins
I don't do no one-on-ones
Four figures off a scam
Call me "Ric Flair"
Paid a band for my coat
That's why yo bitch stare
Ham keep on getting scammed
This they fifth pair
Hoes said the ShittyBoyz broke
I'm like, "Bitch, where?"
Got that shit on me like a landfill
Need a beat? Come and holler at StanWill
If I don't got a play, I know that Stan will
Swear that you popping Percs
Put away them Advils
Turn around in the whip like I got yaga'd
Mama said, "Son, how you get Balenciagas?"
One day I'ma ride a Raf, fuck an Impala
I love the money
I just want some damn commas
Thrusted up on that bitch for no damn reason
Busting juggs if I gotta play, my mans eating
All year nonstop, just ask
On the road, turn around
This that scam season
Thrusted up on that bitch for no damn reason
Busting juggs if I gotta play, my mans eating
All year nonstop, just ask
On the road, turn around
This that scam season
Yo plug is a ham, get yo source right
Road running with them cards
This my fourth night bro in her walls
Beat 'em down like it's Fortnite
Smacked off a 'Wood
Eating this my fourth flight
If swiping was a sport, I'd go D1
Bro'll blow yo ass like Steph blew that 3-1
Yeah, you talking bands but I ain't seen one
Take them dirt balls off yo feet
These the clean ones
Till you see me up a hundred blues
I jugged about a hundred hams
Out a hundred shoes
I know about a hundred goons
With a hundred tools if they pull up
They gon' probably leave a hundred tombs
The only thing on my head is
Donny Bands, that's my dawg
Don't get thrust on flex in the Big B's
I used to have the Chucks on
Ham asked where her shoes at, get the fuck on
Thrusted up on that bitch for no damn reason
Busting juggs if I gotta play, my mans eating
All year nonstop, just ask
On the road, turn around
This that scam season
Thrusted up on that bitch for no damn reason
Busting juggs if I gotta play, my mans eating
All year nonstop, just ask
On the road, turn around
This that scam season
Bro slide down like he finna share a Snapcode
Downlow them scams, fuck a trap phone
Got some shit in Glock'll break yo backbone
Red and blue beams on the straps
This ain't Zap Zone
223s in this chop'll make you tipped over
I don't shoot, he in the back
Don't get picked over
Play with my kin? That's something
You get killed over
Loubs on like I stepped in
Kool-Aid that's spilled over
Mar like to shoot that heat
Call him "Goran Dragić"
I could probably fly with these
Wings on my Robin pockets
Bringing up me in fake clothes? Boy
You need to stop it
I'm yo plug favorite plug
Something like a socket
Foreign fit's and I'm balling
Call me "Gallinari"
I got more slides on me
Than a park at Kalahari when I pop
Don't be on my line saying that you sorry
If you see me riding in
That bimmer then I'm with
Thrusted up on that bitch for no damn reason
Busting juggs if I gotta play, my mans eating
All year nonstop, just ask
On the road, turn around
This that scam season
Thrusted up on that bitch for no damn reason
Busting juggs if I gotta play, my mans eating
All year nonstop, just ask
On the road, turn around
This that scam season
LaVar Ball, never lost with these 101s
Kyrie Irving with these pieces
That's a one and done
Bro said we in the bonus so I'm shooting
Pocket rocket in my Robins
I don't do no one-on-ones
Four figures off a scam
Call me "Ric Flair"
Paid a band for my coat
That's why yo bitch stare
Ham keep on getting scammed
This they fifth pair
Hoes said the ShittyBoyz broke
I'm like, "Bitch, where?"
Got that shit on me like a landfill
Need a beat? Come and holler at StanWill
If I don't got a play, I know that Stan will
Swear that you popping Percs
Put away them Advils
Turn around in the whip like I got yaga'd
Mama said, "Son, how you get Balenciagas?"
One day I'ma ride a Raf, fuck an Impala
I love the money
I just want some damn commas
Thrusted up on that bitch for no damn reason
Busting juggs if I gotta play, my mans eating
All year nonstop, just ask
On the road, turn around
This that scam season
Thrusted up on that bitch for no damn reason
Busting juggs if I gotta play, my mans eating
All year nonstop, just ask
On the road, turn around
This that scam season