BabyTron, KrispyLife Kidd - Tag Team Champs lyrics

(Ooh shit, that's a Danny G beat)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, okay (It's BlueStrip, baby)
Bitch, yeah

Gramz walked in, White Gushers
Fifty for a eighth
Big drum hanging out the chop
It's sixty in the K
Old Tron was road running
Putting giffies in a safe
All blues in my skinnies
It's a Nipsey type of day

Unorthodox, I just shoot the K
Any type of way
CPL shooters, go ahead and give yo life away
Put her bottom on a Triple S's
I'm on ice today
Catch a body in a whip and then
Go and change the license plate

Catch a body in a Demon then
We to the chop shop
Busting in this bitch mouth like
Soda and some Pop Rocks
So much smoke in the droptop, it's a hot box
Bought my shootеr seven weapons
All hе know is drop opps

Hit dawg tee up close, turnt it to a crop top
One day I seen my uncle cook
A brick in a crock-pot
You dropped a tape and I
Ain't hear, my nigga, you is not hot
Beat my granny boyfriend ass like, "Bro
You is not pops"

223s'll put him in a suit, yeah
We'll bowtie him pop a rapper
Doggy probably up in Heaven ghost-writing
Not a scrapper, K's around like KripsyLife
Ain't no fighting
Finna cop the newest season Challey
It got no mileage
Yeah, yeah, yo baby mama can't relate
Tryna push the pedal pouring Wocky
Had to slam the brakes
Never understood the dick sucking
Ain't a man I hate all team players
Dee just went and passed Stan the Drac'

I'm off a pill, about to
Break her back, "Bae, grab the brace"
They thought I hit him with a body
Shot till he grabbed his face
Fuck a locked box, my nigga
Where the fucking safe?
I ain't tryna beef with Shiesty, bro
I'm tryna duck the Jakes
In other words, I'm free
Yo bitch living with you? Now I
Gotta drop a bag on Bri
I'm in Neiman's with a bag on me
Fuck yo baby mama, use our car
Bring it back on E

Palm Angels joggy
Granny told me that I'm fighting demons
Being one up? That won't
Last forever, pussy, i get even
Unky been show me chemistry
I was in Science sleeping scam star
Might take a 101 and go
And slide in Neiman's
Candy apple Faygo, four of Wocky
I might sleep for weeks
Told my Cali plug I'ma kill him
If I see a seed
Unreleased Amiris from Revive
You ain't seen these jeans
Call akhi, he gon' call habibi
They bring TNT

Do something to one of mine
And we'll kill for weeks
It's a big lighter, this
A big lighter, yeah, i'm toting the heat
Oh, you love that block? Well I'm 'bout
To make you hug the street
You a blunt roller
You can't do shit for me but hold the lease
Fighting and arguing with my bitch got
Me missing out on the pape'
Threw a body shot, she ducked
I hit her in the face
Got the pints of lean coming in
I got 'em in a crate
Iced out my neck, Hutch threw the water
I'm sitting in a lake

It's a wavy night, smoking MIA Runtz
You a worker
Every check you make got a pay cut
Bitch said the dick too good
I'm Mr make 'Em Break Up
With some 'rillas rocking Baby Milo
You can't tame us

My bitch paid the doc for a body
Yours didn't so guess what?
Now her friend fucked
Pour a four of Tris in his pop
Now my pain crushed
You made yo girl pay for yo
Food? You a lame fuck