BabyTron, TrDee - Sink or Swim lyrics

(Damn, JakeSand) shittyBoyz

Thousand dollar mic
You can probably hear me think
Only face za, bougie bitch don't wanna drink
Roll full of blues
You might see a couple pink
Tryna ride the wave? I hope
You ready if you sink
Okay, snow bunny, blew her back out
The I salute
Told her I'm the one but always
Shitting like the number two
I'll ho you if the neck
Ain't coming, I ain't family, boo
You can leave me 'lone or by
My lonely when I'm thumbing through

Running dog shit up
The only way is towards a million
Runtz turned me to a Skywalker
Got some force up in me
Shoot through whatever
Feel like Kobe with the torn achilles
Catch me jack catching in yo hood
I got bored with giffies
Sleeve Nash, I'll pass this bitch
I got scorers with me
Punched the wrong size Amiris, never mind
These sorta fit me
Two thousand beans, he ain't
Gon' count 'em, we gon' short him sixty
I think all my opps forgot that
I got the torch in Ypsi

I'ma see a mil' before I'm fifty
I can run it up, I do it swiftly
Huh, left that nigga red
We named him "Trippie"
Incognito in the store, I'm sliding giffies

It ain't no one hitter quitter
BINs smack for combos
At the self-scanner dunking chips
Bismack Biyombo
Bitch said I'm cheating like I swear
I been at the condo
Sent her on jack trip and told that bitch
"Stack 'em pronto"

Dame Time, what you need? I'll always come
Through in a clutch
Niggas broke for Christmas
Tell yo mama that you need a crutch
If my bitch look through my phone
She gon' beat me up
Seen he had a little dilly chain
Got my piece from Hutch
I caught him out with girly
That's not his bitch
Flat booty bitch, I won't ever switch
Big Balenciaga Track2s
She can't spell my kicks flashy fucker
I'll up some blues for the hell of it
Baby, let me get between
They won't know I hit
Dawg swear he getting money
I ain't notice it
New method hit for 2K, this bitch so legit
That lil' bitch got a hunnid bodies
You was 'posed to hit i really had her in a
Room hitting notes and shit
You ain't never shot a
Gun but posting sticks
A hunnid dollar eighth
You don't smoke this shit
A thousand dollar pistol
You don't tote this blick

Bitch, ayy a hundred dollar eighth
You don't smoke this shit
A thousand dollar pistol
You don't tote this blick ayy, ShittyBoyz