BabyTron, TrDee - Stat Packing lyrics
BabyTron [James Edward Johnson IV] Ypsilanti, Michigan. U.S.
[BabyTron, TrDee - Stat Packing lyrics]
"My father was a drinker and a
Fiend one night he goes
Off crazier than usual he turns
To me and he says, 'Why so serious?'"
(Stupid Dog, I ain't gon' lie
This bitch hard)
Voice kinda raspy
Off a eighth of Runtz and deuce of Wock'
Mister Get It In
I'll probably make a dub by two o'clock
Told the Somerset Gucci I need
All the shoes and socks
Feeling Japanese, when it's beef
I gotta use the chop
Lying 'bout what's in yo coffee cup
That's a ice cap
Fuck a pair of buffs, brodie sliding
Tryna life snatch
He was off the drugs, took his kit
That's a hijack
Heavy load, ran it up so quick
I need a ice pack
Sick as hell we still balling
Living like The Flu Game
Dog Shit Militia, sorry
I don't carry loose changе
Told her bring her friends and shе
Pulled up with a D Wade
Three-piece, let him figure out
Who giving who brain stack it if I fall
I know Benji gon' come pick me up
Talking 'bout her ex? I told that bitch
I do not give a fuck on a different mission
On my mind is just to run it up
Feel like Scissorhands from the way
I'm always cutting up
Feel like switching hands
Paint stepping like I'm Mike Jordan
Seen an opp and beat
Him, could've killed him
That's just light horsage
Talking 'bout I'm up a hunnid?
Better times four it
Forgiatos, on that fast thang
I only ride foreigns bro got the Gucci belt
He got some bodies under it
If I'm in the club, bitch
It's probably thundering
Unky spot up on that corner shooting
Robert Covington
High as hell, taking puffs, sipping Wocky
Hovering
Catch him out and we gon' give
Him shots just like it's CVS
She don't suck no dick? I sent
Her home just like I'm DPS
I'm sick yo brother folded like a 3DS
She like, "Dee, you bet not do the dash
You gon' get me wet"
All this money 'round
It just seem like you don't wanna eat
Wasn't in the kitchen but I swore
I still took the heat
I'ma start to think you really slow
You cuff another freak
She gon' let me fuck because she like
The way I rap on beats
I don't think I'll ever sell a gram
I'm a scam addict
Running off? I'ma add the flash and
Point the MAG at him
Star player, getting buckets
I be stat packing
Sushi roll in the Ksubi jeans
It got my pants sagging
Pulled up for a physical
This bitch is always feeling me
Stan punched a stock
I'm tired of this bitch kicking me
You won't see me out because I'm
Somewhere where the chicken be
Diamonds really dance
Almost had the strippers tipping me
Pull up on yo bitch
She treating dick like a lollipop
Brodie popped a Oxy' and he
Dizzy off a Wocky pop
She a bad kid with the head
Got some messy top when I seen her out
She was ugly like a lefty shot
Leave an F imprinted on yo
Face off these Fendi flops
He acting like a tough guy but
I can tell he not
I don't know exactly where I'm going
But it's to the top
Keep applying pressure on the daily
Fuck who tell you stop
Fiend one night he goes
Off crazier than usual he turns
To me and he says, 'Why so serious?'"
(Stupid Dog, I ain't gon' lie
This bitch hard)
Voice kinda raspy
Off a eighth of Runtz and deuce of Wock'
Mister Get It In
I'll probably make a dub by two o'clock
Told the Somerset Gucci I need
All the shoes and socks
Feeling Japanese, when it's beef
I gotta use the chop
Lying 'bout what's in yo coffee cup
That's a ice cap
Fuck a pair of buffs, brodie sliding
Tryna life snatch
He was off the drugs, took his kit
That's a hijack
Heavy load, ran it up so quick
I need a ice pack
Sick as hell we still balling
Living like The Flu Game
Dog Shit Militia, sorry
I don't carry loose changе
Told her bring her friends and shе
Pulled up with a D Wade
Three-piece, let him figure out
Who giving who brain stack it if I fall
I know Benji gon' come pick me up
Talking 'bout her ex? I told that bitch
I do not give a fuck on a different mission
On my mind is just to run it up
Feel like Scissorhands from the way
I'm always cutting up
Feel like switching hands
Paint stepping like I'm Mike Jordan
Seen an opp and beat
Him, could've killed him
That's just light horsage
Talking 'bout I'm up a hunnid?
Better times four it
Forgiatos, on that fast thang
I only ride foreigns bro got the Gucci belt
He got some bodies under it
If I'm in the club, bitch
It's probably thundering
Unky spot up on that corner shooting
Robert Covington
High as hell, taking puffs, sipping Wocky
Hovering
Catch him out and we gon' give
Him shots just like it's CVS
She don't suck no dick? I sent
Her home just like I'm DPS
I'm sick yo brother folded like a 3DS
She like, "Dee, you bet not do the dash
You gon' get me wet"
All this money 'round
It just seem like you don't wanna eat
Wasn't in the kitchen but I swore
I still took the heat
I'ma start to think you really slow
You cuff another freak
She gon' let me fuck because she like
The way I rap on beats
I don't think I'll ever sell a gram
I'm a scam addict
Running off? I'ma add the flash and
Point the MAG at him
Star player, getting buckets
I be stat packing
Sushi roll in the Ksubi jeans
It got my pants sagging
Pulled up for a physical
This bitch is always feeling me
Stan punched a stock
I'm tired of this bitch kicking me
You won't see me out because I'm
Somewhere where the chicken be
Diamonds really dance
Almost had the strippers tipping me
Pull up on yo bitch
She treating dick like a lollipop
Brodie popped a Oxy' and he
Dizzy off a Wocky pop
She a bad kid with the head
Got some messy top when I seen her out
She was ugly like a lefty shot
Leave an F imprinted on yo
Face off these Fendi flops
He acting like a tough guy but
I can tell he not
I don't know exactly where I'm going
But it's to the top
Keep applying pressure on the daily
Fuck who tell you stop