BabyTron, Primo Beats - Sickening lyrics
BabyTron [James Edward Johnson IV] Ypsilanti, Michigan. U.S.
[BabyTron, Primo Beats - Sickening lyrics]
Primo Beats on the track
Dog shit on me, ShittyBoyz jump shitty
They wanna front like it
Wasn't always "fuck Jimmy"
I heard it's up with me, shit
Then it's stuck with me
Jack Man turning in, got my plug litty
Boy, I'm good on the East, ask Reese and
For that cheese
Square him up like a pizza box
Off White flip-flops, I ain't need no socks
I don't know why the fuck I'm skinny, boy
I eat a lot
Huh, got a death threat in all caps
Huh, how fitting, it was all cap
Was in school acting bad, wasn't a hall pass
I'm the type to score
You'll pass the ball back
In New York with a torch like the statue
"BabyTron hit his bitch? That man smooth"
Ha ha, I'm finna pass you
Stick poking through the BAPE
Ain't no bamboo
Huh, fuck around, you get bamboozled
Huh, one shot'll get yo mans noodled
Unc' selling that
This ain't no damn poodle
I beat him with my right so
I had off hand shoot him
7-3-4 to the city, this for Ypsi
All blue strips on me, bitch, this for Nipsey
Made a hundred in this fit, boy
This for Dickiеs
Boy, I'm the Punch God, bitch
This for shippies
Boy, you like thirty-somеthing
Never upped the fifty
Bro'll give him thirty-something if
He up the glizzy
Fit cost thirty hun' so I'm jumping shitty
Bring a ladder to his block since
It's up there with me
If you think that bitch loyal, use yo head
We was not locked in, you ain't use my pegs
Bitch don't give head? It's dead
Could've came all dubs
Did the blues instead i just want head
If you playing then I'm heading out
Dickhead, pull out money just
To spread it out
Knew me yo whole life, you wanna wrestle now?
Can't afford Off White but guarantee
I X you out huh, no cap, you a fucking bum
Oh, my bad, you're a fucking crumb
"Man, I hate BabyTron"
Probably 'cause I'm up
If I catch yo fat-ass out, I'ma fuck you up
White 1s, white tee, and some BAPE shorts
I think I know why you hate me
'cause yo pape short
My shooter from the Taliban like he hate pork
Somewhere chilling with my feet up
By a lake shore
Can you put that money down? Dude
It ain't yours
Burnt the whole store down, sick I cam torch
White buffs, rose tint, sick I came dork
Grab an opp by his dreads, sick I came horse
Primo Beats on the track
Dog shit on me, ShittyBoyz jump shitty
They wanna front like it
Wasn't always "fuck Jimmy"
I heard it's up with me, shit
Then it's stuck with me
Jack Man turning in, got my plug litty
Boy, I'm good on the East, ask Reese and
For that cheese
Square him up like a pizza box
Off White flip-flops, I ain't need no socks
I don't know why the fuck I'm skinny, boy
I eat a lot
Huh, got a death threat in all caps
Huh, how fitting, it was all cap
Was in school acting bad, wasn't a hall pass
I'm the type to score
You'll pass the ball back
In New York with a torch like the statue
"BabyTron hit his bitch? That man smooth"
Ha ha, I'm finna pass you
Stick poking through the BAPE
Ain't no bamboo
Huh, fuck around, you get bamboozled
Huh, one shot'll get yo mans noodled
Unc' selling that
This ain't no damn poodle
I beat him with my right so
I had off hand shoot him
7-3-4 to the city, this for Ypsi
All blue strips on me, bitch, this for Nipsey
Made a hundred in this fit, boy
This for Dickiеs
Boy, I'm the Punch God, bitch
This for shippies
Boy, you like thirty-somеthing
Never upped the fifty
Bro'll give him thirty-something if
He up the glizzy
Fit cost thirty hun' so I'm jumping shitty
Bring a ladder to his block since
It's up there with me
If you think that bitch loyal, use yo head
We was not locked in, you ain't use my pegs
Bitch don't give head? It's dead
Could've came all dubs
Did the blues instead i just want head
If you playing then I'm heading out
Dickhead, pull out money just
To spread it out
Knew me yo whole life, you wanna wrestle now?
Can't afford Off White but guarantee
I X you out huh, no cap, you a fucking bum
Oh, my bad, you're a fucking crumb
"Man, I hate BabyTron"
Probably 'cause I'm up
If I catch yo fat-ass out, I'ma fuck you up
White 1s, white tee, and some BAPE shorts
I think I know why you hate me
'cause yo pape short
My shooter from the Taliban like he hate pork
Somewhere chilling with my feet up
By a lake shore
Can you put that money down? Dude
It ain't yours
Burnt the whole store down, sick I cam torch
White buffs, rose tint, sick I came dork
Grab an opp by his dreads, sick I came horse
Primo Beats on the track