BabyTron - Special Thanks lyrics

BabyTron [ames Edward Johnson II] Ypsilanti, Michigan. U.S.

[BabyTron - Special Thanks lyrics]

Ayy (Shout-out my nigga Synco)
Ayy thanks to the card holders
I just wanna thank the card holders
Ayy, ayy,  ShittyBoyz

Keep a tommy gun like the mafia, Shoreline
I was in the storm, you was running from it
Fortnite catching jet lag out of town
This my fourth flight
Throw his lil' soul to the sky
Up there towards Christ
Got boogers in his eyes
Why he sleeping on me?
Gotta pay a roll for a feature, Giovani
Feel like I’m playing freeze tag
Off this three of Wocky
Trap house like The Walking Dead
You gon’ see a zombie
Ran off like we wouldn’t pop his ass after
(What the fuck?)
Who the fuck he think he was? Black Panther?
Bitch ask do I work for Apple
I’m a jack stacker
Feel like Ari 'cause the bitch
Let me crack after
Grab that L and walk away
You are not winning
I’ll have your street blocked off
We on the lodge with it
He better pray to God, huh, that God with him
Cruise away chop
I’ma let this bitch drop kick him

Up strap, Lisa Leslie, I’ma spark that
Well known card cracker, boy
These cards smack
Heart cracked, I don’t feel it
Where my heart at?
Showed love to the wrong people
Now my heart black
That shit for real made my heart colder
(It did) it’s fun and games till this
Chop make you start over
Ayy, Dee, ayy, Stan, bring them cards over
I just wanna give a special
Thanks to the card holders (Thanks)

Why would I stress on a
Bitch? I make big plays
Told her make it make sense like I’m Big Tay
Had scam dreams, I was never 6’8"
Fuck a finger roll
I’d rather chip jam and hit banks
(Fuck ‘em up)
Whip got more ratchets than Backpage
Knock his cape off his back if he act brave
Bitch, don’t play
You know "Thrust" is my last name
Popping up on hoes
Stunning bitches like a flashbang
Twenty percent human, eighty percent GOAT
Feeling like Blade, 40 in this trench coat
Tryna swim in this drip? Gon’ get drenched
Bro
This a chill fit, Nike shorts off the Prestos
(This light)
We'll tear yo block down like it’s Minecraft
Bitch was half snake
I be wishing for the time back
Three or four bags deep now
I was sidetracked
Pop out the shadows with that chop
Samurai Jack

Up strap, Lisa Leslie, I’ma spark that
Well known card cracker, boy
These cards smack
Heart cracked, I don’t feel it
Where my heart at?
Showed love to the wrong people
Now my heart black
That shit for real made my heart colder
(It did) it’s fun and games till this
Chop make you start over
Ayy, Dee, ayy, Stan, bring them cards over
I just wannna give a special
Thanks to the card holders (Thanks)

I just wanna thank the card holders
I just wanna thank the card holders

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