BabyTron - The Truth (Remix) lyrics
BabyTron [James Edward Johnson IV] Ypsilanti, Michigan. U.S.
[BabyTron - The Truth Remix lyrics]
Habibi firebombing, got a missile tucked
If them robbers come through then I
Guarantee they give it up
Lifestyle huge, this basic bitch
She into little stuff
Hit a bucket, shit, I'm getting clutch
Unky spot a fiend
Whip it up and then he fix her up
You ain't got the heart, go
'head, pull the trigger, punk
Dog Shit Militia, ShittyBoyz
It ain't no switching up
Appetizer hit for five hunnid
I'm just getting lunch if I see an opp
He getting punched or he getting stumped
Matter fact, scratch that
He gon' get a slug
Walked up into Hutch and spent
Four on some tinted buffs
I'm sick the runner hoes
Out here getting cuffed ran it up so long
I looked down and the kicks was scuffed
Really up, blicky tucked
This bitch got a fifty drum came a long way
I used to walk around with fifty bucks
Came a long way
I'm reminiscing 'bout them giffy runs
Came a long way
It's kinda funny now they hit me up
Came a long way from high school
Was fucking Ypsi up
Came a long way from that first
Vid' that fucked the city up
No cap, no hat, blow first, don't blow back
Quagen in my pop, unc' and them
They used to pour Act'
We'll jack 'em like a Pro Max
Only zaza, no Reggie Miller when I blow thrax
Let me hear it's up
It's where the floor at
Got a new Gen but I'ma kill
You with the old strap
If them robbers come through then I
Guarantee they give it up
Lifestyle huge, this basic bitch
She into little stuff
Hit a bucket, shit, I'm getting clutch
Unky spot a fiend
Whip it up and then he fix her up
You ain't got the heart, go
'head, pull the trigger, punk
Dog Shit Militia, ShittyBoyz
It ain't no switching up
Appetizer hit for five hunnid
I'm just getting lunch if I see an opp
He getting punched or he getting stumped
Matter fact, scratch that
He gon' get a slug
Walked up into Hutch and spent
Four on some tinted buffs
I'm sick the runner hoes
Out here getting cuffed ran it up so long
I looked down and the kicks was scuffed
Really up, blicky tucked
This bitch got a fifty drum came a long way
I used to walk around with fifty bucks
Came a long way
I'm reminiscing 'bout them giffy runs
Came a long way
It's kinda funny now they hit me up
Came a long way from high school
Was fucking Ypsi up
Came a long way from that first
Vid' that fucked the city up
No cap, no hat, blow first, don't blow back
Quagen in my pop, unc' and them
They used to pour Act'
We'll jack 'em like a Pro Max
Only zaza, no Reggie Miller when I blow thrax
Let me hear it's up
It's where the floor at
Got a new Gen but I'ma kill
You with the old strap