BabyTron - Swish lyrics
BabyTron [James Edward Johnson IV] Ypsilanti, Michigan. U.S.
[BabyTron - Swish lyrics]
Yeah, I made six figures this
Winter in my Timberlands yeah, huh
I ran up six figures this
Winter in my Timberlands huh, yeah, huh
I ran up six figures this
Winter in my Timberlands
Backhand a bitch for backtalking
Where's yo discipline?
If the quarterback get it off, shit
We gon' blitz again
Cutting up in the booth
Ain't bring a pair of scissors in
Off a Perc' 30 in the coupe, bitch
I got road rage
I live a fast brakes lifestyle on a slow day
My hitman'll blow you
I just hit the mall and blow pape
Dick sucking-ass gon' ride the wave
Till yo boat break
Two thousand dollars kicks for no reason
I just had to do 'em
Oh, you need a zip? Then
Pull up, I'ma tax you, stupid
Woke up high as hell, shotgun, we on and
And if they ever get me in that room, bitch
I'm acting clueless
Camp around the corner in a
Rental till the mail comes
'Cat faster than a cheetah, oh
Yo whip a snail, huh?
Got my bitch with her nails done
Talking 'bout some smoke
Can you please just inhale some?
We different, you'll roll a gram
I'm a three five chief
We different, this a V12, that's a
We different, way before the EDD
I had the swipe fever
Delta first class, I'm a real life sightseer
How I act now, that's how I acted then
With the Men in Black and best
Believe they got the gadgets in
Dawg said he horsed me? Someone please
Throw a cap to him
Yeah, it's cool to shoot but sometimes
You gotta pass to win
Boy blocked me from his bitch 'Gram
But I bet I fucked
Getting good head at 4 AM like
"How the hell I'm up?"
Drop a deuce of Wock', for a band
I'll sell my cup
762s big as fuck, could flip a semi truck
Bitch, I'm jacked up like a
Car with a flat tire
Yeah, you might ball a little
Bit but my stats higher
You looking crazy at the self-scan
I only jam fires
Half of me love the fast life
The other half tired
If I see the opps, I'm ten toes
Ain't gotta juke up in me
I keep nodding off 'cause I got a
Deuce of juice up in me
Big exotic 'Woods, Giant Fuyu
Ain't no hookah in me
White boy'll pass the play to gang
That's the Luka in me my hitman cheap
He sliding in a Taurus with a torch
Shit talker, when the beat come on
I ignore the chorus
Sleepy head, man, I fucked around
And poured a four, i'm snoring
Soaring in the Trackhawk
It's roaring, bitch, watch me floor it
You don't know shit if you
Really think that girl yours
Sick of broke hoes, if I see one
I'ma hurl towards her
My one, yeah, know who she is
I give the world to her
Four years ago was upping giffies
On a world tour walk in closet full of drip
It look like Narnia
Chopstick got more shots on it
Than a party bus
Boy, I thought you hardbodied
Why the fuck yo Cartis tucked?
You gon' hear a "swish" every time
Better guard me up
Huh, yeah, bitch, huh, yeah
You better guard me up
You gon' hear a "swish" every time
You better guard me up
Yeah, bitch, I'm scoring
Yeah, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
ShittyBoyz
Winter in my Timberlands yeah, huh
I ran up six figures this
Winter in my Timberlands huh, yeah, huh
I ran up six figures this
Winter in my Timberlands
Backhand a bitch for backtalking
Where's yo discipline?
If the quarterback get it off, shit
We gon' blitz again
Cutting up in the booth
Ain't bring a pair of scissors in
Off a Perc' 30 in the coupe, bitch
I got road rage
I live a fast brakes lifestyle on a slow day
My hitman'll blow you
I just hit the mall and blow pape
Dick sucking-ass gon' ride the wave
Till yo boat break
Two thousand dollars kicks for no reason
I just had to do 'em
Oh, you need a zip? Then
Pull up, I'ma tax you, stupid
Woke up high as hell, shotgun, we on and
And if they ever get me in that room, bitch
I'm acting clueless
Camp around the corner in a
Rental till the mail comes
'Cat faster than a cheetah, oh
Yo whip a snail, huh?
Got my bitch with her nails done
Talking 'bout some smoke
Can you please just inhale some?
We different, you'll roll a gram
I'm a three five chief
We different, this a V12, that's a
We different, way before the EDD
I had the swipe fever
Delta first class, I'm a real life sightseer
How I act now, that's how I acted then
With the Men in Black and best
Believe they got the gadgets in
Dawg said he horsed me? Someone please
Throw a cap to him
Yeah, it's cool to shoot but sometimes
You gotta pass to win
Boy blocked me from his bitch 'Gram
But I bet I fucked
Getting good head at 4 AM like
"How the hell I'm up?"
Drop a deuce of Wock', for a band
I'll sell my cup
762s big as fuck, could flip a semi truck
Bitch, I'm jacked up like a
Car with a flat tire
Yeah, you might ball a little
Bit but my stats higher
You looking crazy at the self-scan
I only jam fires
Half of me love the fast life
The other half tired
If I see the opps, I'm ten toes
Ain't gotta juke up in me
I keep nodding off 'cause I got a
Deuce of juice up in me
Big exotic 'Woods, Giant Fuyu
Ain't no hookah in me
White boy'll pass the play to gang
That's the Luka in me my hitman cheap
He sliding in a Taurus with a torch
Shit talker, when the beat come on
I ignore the chorus
Sleepy head, man, I fucked around
And poured a four, i'm snoring
Soaring in the Trackhawk
It's roaring, bitch, watch me floor it
You don't know shit if you
Really think that girl yours
Sick of broke hoes, if I see one
I'ma hurl towards her
My one, yeah, know who she is
I give the world to her
Four years ago was upping giffies
On a world tour walk in closet full of drip
It look like Narnia
Chopstick got more shots on it
Than a party bus
Boy, I thought you hardbodied
Why the fuck yo Cartis tucked?
You gon' hear a "swish" every time
Better guard me up
Huh, yeah, bitch, huh, yeah
You better guard me up
You gon' hear a "swish" every time
You better guard me up
Yeah, bitch, I'm scoring
Yeah, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
ShittyBoyz