BabyTron, Skilla Baby, Chuckie CEO - Virus lyrics

(Ayy, Clover, what up?)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz

Bro got a mask on, no Coronavirus
Bitch can't get a ring like
Her phone on silent
I'm in love with the jacks, you the GOAT
Verizon
Big drip, all splash, I don't know Poseidon

Aye, running to that money, I be speeding
Big chop leave a fuck nigga bleeding
Ayy, my niggas out here
Shooting for no reason
In that cell, I was talking to them demons
Out the way, say, I'm finna ball all season
Ayy, wipe a nigga nose like a fever
I'm a pastor on the mic, I be preaching
Give 'em 50-50 out this Drac', we even

Fiend OD, OT tryna overdrive
You ain't bring shit from OT but coronavirus
Young niggas like to smack
Niggas for no reason
I can sеnd a nigga up to God, I know demons
The opp niggas dead, wе not, the score even
In the trap, if I see an opp
Ain't no leaving
Dog wearing fake J's, them DeAndres
My nigga Chuckie, he a CEO
This ain't Child's Play

I got some Wocky in my cup
Feel like Khris Middleton
I popped up with the bucks
What the fuck? Hutch feeling
Cocky on my buffs shittyBoyz Punch God
I'm pumpin' out with thrusts
In the jungle with some 'rillas
I'm with Skill and 'em
If you don't like the shit talk
Come and kill it then
If that bitch hit once, use the BIN again
Aaron Gordon in her, slam dunk, bitch
I'm switching hands

Yeah, I got real money, I just act fake
Ayy, hit it from the back
Make her back break
Ayy, running up a check 'til my back ache
Yayo just bunched three fifties on a bad day
Finna slide, told that nigga meet me halfway
Fucking with the gang, yeah
It's gon' be a sad day
Fucked around and slid on a nigga
I got bad brakes
Ayy, I'll rob a nigga for his last plate

I'm with the steppers
Turn a nigga to a pancake
I'll train a nigga bitch for a flat rate
I'll steal a nigga bitch, take a fast break
Nigga, I'll pass this bitch to Tron
He'll shit on you nigga, no cap
Once you cross that line, you can't go back
Young niggas and you know that
Rich nigga, leave a bitch with a broke back

SB, TNL, and we got woop
If it's beef, hula hoop, I'ma pop crew
Chop like rockin' riot, I'll pop dude
I just wanna thank Jesus I am not you
(Thank God)
Told Scrumble come and smoke his ass
Made a hundred off of Joker's Stash
Lil' bitch like Elsa with her frozen-ass
Bro hot as hell
Riding 'round with a stolen mag
(Stolen mag)

Ayy, I'll never call a bitch over
Fuck around and gotta fake it like corona
I be itching for body, I'll blow ya
Young nigga, I be tripping, I'll show ya
(Let me hear that) ayy