BabyTron - Tron Madden lyrics

(Reuel, stop playing with these niggas)
Ayy, stop playing
Ayy, huh, ayy, huh, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy,  ayy 
(ShittyBoyz) in LA, i8  (ShittyBoyz)
Ayy, ayy, ayy (ShittyBoyz)

In LA, i8 with the roof off
Nitro in the spaceship, watch me zoom off
Two hunnid dollar Gucci socks
 they get blew off i'm with gang members
You don't wanna have a shoot off
Sniper rifle
Fuck around and hit him from a roof
Turn my Sunkist to the moon only from a deuce
Shooting from the west side
I'm coming from the zoo
Shoe bottoms red, ash white
And my hunnids blue come here, bitch
I can show you how a scammer live
Off a Perc' 10, I feel like
Thor, I keep a hammer, bitch
Take the tracker off the rim
I be on scaling shit
I plays turn down so I'm in Miami, bitch
I want steak and some eggs
I ain't having grit's
For that sack, we'll blitz his ass
John Madden shit yo boyfriend a burger
On his Krabby Patty shit
Drop a deuce straight in my Ohana
I ain't ask for Brisk
I want a big-ass P, I ain't ask for zips
This a big-ass 223, we'll blam his shit
Walk in, pull her shit down
She don't ask for dick
Thinking he a star, we'll rock him
On some Patrick shit
Walking out balling like I'm Kaepernick
Unky and unky in the kitchen
And they matching bricks
Feeling like Raekeisha
I be acting like a ass and shit
At the self-scan, goddamn
Watch me jam this bitch
She suck me straight out of my Adidas pants
Yeezy this, Yeezy that
I'm damn near the Adidas Man
Spanish bitch with me in the
'Cat, hasta la vista, man
201, 101, yeah, I'm the Visa Man
If she in the city and she model
I done probably hit her
Ask what it took to do that shit, shit
Probably liquor
Dior collared shirt on, this is not Hilfiger
OG Runtz, straight thrax, boy
It's got a zipper
I'm a shitter, big shitty
That's to be exact stan Trackhawking like
What? Where the Beamer at?
Samsung washer and dryer
Yo bitch clean my pants
Told bro put the pills down
'cause he tweak off Xans
Now what the fuck I tell you
Dummy? You can't see these hands
Lil' bitch lollipopped the dick
I feel like Wheezy, man
Walk into the kitchen, you see
Snow like I'm Jeezy, man
Put my balls on her face, that's off the man
Off the backboard, that's a lob up to TrDee
Me and Jeff was high as hell
When we crashed that CRV
Fear of God on, on the Bible
Ain't no fear in me
I'm the Punch God, Punch God, bitch
Seriously 2020 whip, camera on and it's HD
You ain't even wash yo ass yet
Why you hating me?
BIN fire, site fire, why you think it's AP?
Bro gave him thirty-five
Why you think you KD?
Big Guccis on, screaming slatt
I got snake feet tummy fucked up
It's full of Wocky and some steak meat
Ham on the phone like
"Can I get my pape' please?"
Bitch, what? You lucky I ain't hit
You with a late fee yeah, drank exotic pop
Spin God
I'll juke that bitch like a bottle top
White boys crazy
They'll hit you with a Molotov
Just broke as hell in yo feelings
You are not a opp
I been in KY too long, where the border at?
I heard the opps thugging down the street
Where they corner at?
556, we'll put him on the floor with that
This some straight drop
Fuck around and you gon' snore off that
Flip phone ring like an alarm clock
Caught him in a sesh
Fuck around and leave his car hot
I'ma do that one dance when the card pop
Rollercoaster Glock, boy
This bitch'll make his heart drop
Yeah, fuck around and break yo bitch heart
I'm too slick with it, I done switched cards
'RT ass in the snow, I had to switch cars
Heavy metal on me
I'll shoot it like a guitar

Like a guitar
Fuck around and I'ma switch cars
If I switch cities, bitch
You know I switch cars
Put that shit on everything I
Love that this bitch hard gang