BabyTron, DRich 100 - That’s Scary lyrics

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

[BabyTron, DRich 100 - That’s Scary lyrics]

DRich in this bitch ayy
What up, Helly?
(Helluva made this beat, baby) shittyBoyz

Nah, for real
Made a hundred off my first bender
Scat Pack tore the street up
I'm a earthbender
Couldn't fuck this lil' bitch when
I first met her
Funny how I turned this lil'
Bitch to a sperm catcher
Dumb slut want my all, gave her two-thirds
Bite down season through this bitch
Made my tooth hurt
Used to be broke, now the tables too turned
For three nines, bitch, RIP Juice WRLD

All she do is give brain like a CT scan
Yo bitch eating balls like Pac-Man
If she say the wrong thing, get a backhand
All my niggas robbing, fuck a Batman
Get you picked off quicker than
This shit on the floor like a tap dance
Fuck cuffing, I want that cash
When them jacks in, we act a jackass

RIP Chris till we meet again
Same bitch that ho me, I'ma leave on read
How this bitch heaven-sent with
Some demon head? Never ran a check up
I guess that you need some legs
Cut into the bitch like the Horseman
I need some head
Thought he was leaving with some clout
Got some wings instead "God bless a scam"
I think that's what Jesus said
Was gon' cash it but I'ma
Use a piece instead

All my niggas balling like the playoffs
Nine iron in the club, we don't play golf
If you ain't gang, you can't hang, Adolf
Hit the rookies off set then I take off
Work the magic with the key, Ray Charles
So you never suck dick? Give
Me your face card
Tryna out-drip me? What you take, bars?
I don't care 'bout the price
Do you take card?

I'll pop dawg in his nugget, Happy Meal
Got some kryptonite in this Glock
If he Man of Steel
Boy, I wouldn't DC in the Batmobile
Slam dunk when I'm in the stores
You can ask Shaquille
No, you don't slide, you gotta jam, stupid
Touchdown with that bag
Call me "Scam Newton"
Doing fraud up in school, I'm a bad student
Superpower with this punch, bitch
I'm half student

Grandma said the Big B's look orthopeudic
Up thrown the whole nigga
And the pussy pooted
Got your bitch cracking up
Said I'm so goofy
And you know she a rat, boy, you so stupid
God made me the trap
I grew up in the trenches
Running threw these hoes
I'm Marshawn Lynching
Why you even cop thousand dollar denim
If your broke-ass can't put a
Thousand dollars in them?

Perping-ass capper, you need a purple hat
'Fore I spilled the Act' on my jeans
They was Purple pants
I ain't have no love in my heart
Had to search for that
I'ma call doggy hang ten
With his surfing-ass

DRich or Tron? That's scary
Spilled Ace of Spade on my Amiris
Try to eat on me? You gon' perish
And you buried, nigga ho-ass

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