BabyTron - Stand Up Guy lyrics

This tape finna be so hard
(Reuel, stop playing with these niggas)
Ayy, ayy (Lil' bitch ask did I cheat)
Y'all here? Here we go again
Ayy, ShittyBoyz

Lil' bitch ask was I cheating
Threw my hands up
Stripper said I wasn't big lit
Threw some bands up
Rifle with the legs on it
I can't shoot it stant up
223, I'll send this bitch
Through yo mans' buffs ayy, I'm acting bad
Senior year I was rocking Fendi
Fuck them bad grades
Big fire, put it on 'em like an ashtray
Ain't got no checks to drop
It's a Apple jack day
New toy on the West, it's yo heartbeat
Foreign key fire


This lil' bitch don't got a car key
Walk into the store, bitch
I'm Mister Make The Card Beep
Had to take the Off Wheezy
Off 'cause the car's heat
In the deep, big splash, this the shark tank
I'ma swipe once 'cause the card blank
Crashed off the Wock'
Let me make sure the car straight
I ain't say shit, she
Just sent like, alright, thanks
It's hard to think about the
Bullshit I been through
I'll slam you with this
Lil' bitch like jiu-jit'su
I'll up top, brother man, boy get sent to
Jack Man, Scam Man
This shit you ain't hip to
Please don't piss my brothers off
They gripping pistols david versus Goliath
We'll hit him in his temple
I'm big shitty, big shitty
I got credentials
Three man, weaved a lil' bitch
I'm in the middle
This some Skittles, za flyer than a blimp
Orca whale type shit
I ain't riding with no shrimp
Steak and chicken though? Hell yeah
I like it with some shrimp
I got the sliders with the chips
'Miri thigh pads, on my fucking 49ers shit
I pull my dick out, it's that time
Ain't got time to kiss i don't really rap
Just a shit talker rhyme on shit
I don't smoke tails but this bitch
Got 'bout five more hit's
Hunnid feet down, you in the shallows, boy
I heard you scrumbling
Function five hunnid deep now 'cause
They heard we coming
Wavy than a bitch, no kizzy
I might surf on something
The forty yard dash too flat
Burn a turf or something
Pull that light dub out and do my flexy dance
Fucking twin sis, best friends
I'm the Messy Man
You gon' hear some thuds through
This bitch, how we stepping, man
762s crush his top like a Pepsi can
Wockhardt, iced tea, dirty Arnold Palmer
Big heat, fifteen, bitch, I'm Mario Chalmers
Look in the Bible
I'm the one that damn near started water
Lil' bitch got some good credit
I snuck the card up off her
Sneaky Man, with my grimy-ass
It's always "slatt" this, "slatt" that
With her slimy-ass
Lil' bitch got bougie head but
I like to grab this some icy-ass buffs
Brought 'em like a snack
Missile hit him in his chest
Stop fighting back
Russian K with the, we'll fight Iraq
Yeah, alright, Lamar Jack
Heard you like to fight the sack
Smoking Apple Pie, lil' bitch
I like the thrax
I got a weapon, it's in arm's reach
Lamb' truck, yeah, bitch
I had to park sweet
I'm the leading scorer now
Coach ain't gotta star me
Do I got a heart? Oh, a heart? Shit, bitch
Hardly i'm starting to think I'm
Chosen, for real, shit
That's what people saying
Hellcat with the bicep in it
I got some demons waiting
Track2s lights with them
Wore for three occasions rock Off White
My pop's black so don't think I'm racist
She gave me dome like Ford Field
"Tron, how the fuck you do that?", pussy
I was born real
Picked the bitch up out the trenches
This how foreigns feel
Last week sent an opp up, he in orbit still
Boy, he's outta there
I see the cops then I'm outta there
I get the head then I, boy, I'm outta there
I hit the Runtz, now I'm outta air

Shit, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz, ayy