BabyTron - Top 2 Not 2 lyrics
BabyTron [James Edward Johnson IV] Ypsilanti, Michigan. U.S.
[BabyTron - Top 2 Not 2 lyrics]
(Damn, JakeSand) yeah
I see a risk? I take it
I take a sip, I’m dranking (I take it)
Bitch, I’m flier than a Martian
It’s only right I play the spaceship
Summertime I’m in the Nike
Mask ‘cause, bitch, i’m famous
Roll it up then pour it
Up, I’m selfish, shit, i’m facing
You can’t keep it a hunnid?
Bye bye ‘cause, shit, i’m Franklin
Million dollar dinner plate on the table
The shit I’m craving
Shit, these bullets hot, he cooked with Cajun
Off a quarter of the Fortune Cookie
In here looking Asian you was open
Let him in yo head thinking
You shouldn’t take it
That shot? You could’ve made it
I see a risk and take it
I take a sip, I’m dranking
(I see a risk and take it
I take a sip, I'm dranking)
Bitch, I’m flier than a Martian
It’s only right I play the spaceship
(Bitch, I’m flier than a Martian
It’s only right I play the spaceship)
Buying Number
(N) ine when I’m spraying fragrance
I know skimmers
I know scammers hacking databases
If he don’t speak no Guapanese then
That shit ain’t my language
Heard you Dead by Daying
Heard you play by playing not me
Bitch, I been that guy
You got a couple laps to run
I’m at the finish line
Said that money grow on trees? You
Seen a pig that fly?
I was on that double up shit
Now I triple mine’s
Bitch, I’m sipping on a Wock’
Pop in a droptop
Grab the Striker from the chop shop
Rock the opps’ block
Was at the bottom, it was ha ha
We on top now line wrapped around the block
I dropped it in a Crockpot
Bitch, I Glock tote and I crack rock
Pull up like the SWAT, not SoFaygo
We not gon’ knock-knock
Mini Draco give him a halo
Or make him Hopscotch
I used to be up in the crowd
I’m who they watch now look at my watch now
If I die by the gun then I went out like Tony
Said he need them in three? Tell him
"Pull up by Coney"
Every day, everything, my whole life trophies
It ain’t ‘018, we don’t go and ride stollies
Vanilla buffs, chocolate tint like a sundae
Lava underneath my fucking feet
Where’s the runway? Bible on the dash, shit
The ‘Hawk ready for gunplay
Looking back at time like I
Knew I’d do it someday
Thinking ‘bout the grind like I knew
I’d do it some way
What’s yo iOS? Yo life need a update
I was pulling hair to stack a ten
Now that shit chump change boss meeting
Pull up a chair if you got something to say
I ain’t top ten, I ain’t top five
I ain’t top three but, bitch, I’m top two
And I am not two bitch, you know the vibes
Wyoming king
Push a button just to close the blinds
I can clap and turn the lights off
All this cheese
I think I’m finna get the mice caught
Ten assists to the gang
I’m getting dimes off
Cuddy play a dirty game like
Fuck what the fines cost tryna clean it up
The spot smell like Pine-Sol
Spot a opp and let it go, like some Lysol
Aventador and the ‘Ghini when I drive off
Push up out me out in
Traffic? That’s a life lost
We out the window with it
If Tron stepping out
Just know them killers with them
He ain’t gang? We can’t hang
I ain’t chilling with him
I see a risk? I take it
I take a sip, I’m dranking (I take it)
Bitch, I’m flier than a Martian
It’s only right I play the spaceship
Summertime I’m in the Nike
Mask ‘cause, bitch, i’m famous
Roll it up then pour it
Up, I’m selfish, shit, i’m facing
You can’t keep it a hunnid?
Bye bye ‘cause, shit, i’m Franklin
Million dollar dinner plate on the table
The shit I’m craving
Shit, these bullets hot, he cooked with Cajun
Off a quarter of the Fortune Cookie
In here looking Asian you was open
Let him in yo head thinking
You shouldn’t take it
That shot? You could’ve made it
I see a risk and take it
I take a sip, I’m dranking
(I see a risk and take it
I take a sip, I'm dranking)
Bitch, I’m flier than a Martian
It’s only right I play the spaceship
(Bitch, I’m flier than a Martian
It’s only right I play the spaceship)
Buying Number
(N) ine when I’m spraying fragrance
I know skimmers
I know scammers hacking databases
If he don’t speak no Guapanese then
That shit ain’t my language
Heard you Dead by Daying
Heard you play by playing not me
Bitch, I been that guy
You got a couple laps to run
I’m at the finish line
Said that money grow on trees? You
Seen a pig that fly?
I was on that double up shit
Now I triple mine’s
Bitch, I’m sipping on a Wock’
Pop in a droptop
Grab the Striker from the chop shop
Rock the opps’ block
Was at the bottom, it was ha ha
We on top now line wrapped around the block
I dropped it in a Crockpot
Bitch, I Glock tote and I crack rock
Pull up like the SWAT, not SoFaygo
We not gon’ knock-knock
Mini Draco give him a halo
Or make him Hopscotch
I used to be up in the crowd
I’m who they watch now look at my watch now
If I die by the gun then I went out like Tony
Said he need them in three? Tell him
"Pull up by Coney"
Every day, everything, my whole life trophies
It ain’t ‘018, we don’t go and ride stollies
Vanilla buffs, chocolate tint like a sundae
Lava underneath my fucking feet
Where’s the runway? Bible on the dash, shit
The ‘Hawk ready for gunplay
Looking back at time like I
Knew I’d do it someday
Thinking ‘bout the grind like I knew
I’d do it some way
What’s yo iOS? Yo life need a update
I was pulling hair to stack a ten
Now that shit chump change boss meeting
Pull up a chair if you got something to say
I ain’t top ten, I ain’t top five
I ain’t top three but, bitch, I’m top two
And I am not two bitch, you know the vibes
Wyoming king
Push a button just to close the blinds
I can clap and turn the lights off
All this cheese
I think I’m finna get the mice caught
Ten assists to the gang
I’m getting dimes off
Cuddy play a dirty game like
Fuck what the fines cost tryna clean it up
The spot smell like Pine-Sol
Spot a opp and let it go, like some Lysol
Aventador and the ‘Ghini when I drive off
Push up out me out in
Traffic? That’s a life lost
We out the window with it
If Tron stepping out
Just know them killers with them
He ain’t gang? We can’t hang
I ain’t chilling with him