BabyTron - Wake Tf Up lyrics
BabyTron [James Edward Johnson IV] Ypsilanti, Michigan. U.S.
[BabyTron - Wake Tf Up lyrics]
(Ayo, Mark A)
Pull up to yo crib masked up, better get okay
Fuck you watching?
Pull up to your crib masked up
Better get spoofed
Still'll go and eat some ramen noodles
I ain't get bougie
Nice guy but playing with my
Pape' and I'ma get moody
High as hell dripping, kicks Louis
Finna twist dookies
Oh, you watching, huh?
Mister Think You Tough, oh, you plotting
Huh? You the type to post guns
But never really shot 'em, huh?
You gon' get dropped
This is not a Tris pop, bitch
I only sip Wock'
Got a bag on me, no trick or treat
Hunnid thousand on the road when
The whip hit the street
Dawg got a hit pint of red
Think he sipping pink
Think that you up? That's a dream, boy
You still asleep wake yo ass up
Ride Cullinan like fuck a Lamb' truck
Quagy-agy got me stuck, I can't stand up
I'll run it up sitting down
Always feel likе somebody's watching
It's a blick around
Chilling wide awake for thе pape'
Can't fall asleep, I ain't even blinking
Ride around, play after play
Real flight catcher
Next week you might see me in Phoenix
Watch Presidential
Gate around the crib, it is not residential
I don't need the tech but
The Crocs are essential
V10 roaring, I am not in a rental
Take that cap off, I don't talk to purpers
One thing you can't do is
Make a boss a worker i don't do the Cookie
Last time was off the burners
Think he tough on the net
Knock him off the server
Think he tough, at the most he a cyberbully
I just spent twelve K on designer hoodies
Only brought ten bags? Shit, you fired
Rookie (Shit, you gotta get a new job)
Up now, fuck next, shit, who not?
Big hammer, I ain't get it out a toolbox
Shit, damn, hole in his top like a juice box
Brodie seen a opp and got to
Blowing like his food hot
Shit, he live the thug life like he 2Pac
Wanna know unc'? He like
Ruckus off of Boondocks
Got the juice but I ain't
Falling off the rooftop
Used to have a pocket full of lint
Now it's blue guap (yeah, yeah)
Oh, you watching, huh?
Mister Think You Tough, oh, you plotting
Huh? You the type to pose guns
But never really shot 'em, huh?
You gon' get dropped
This is not a Tris pop, bitch
I only sip Wock'
Got a bag on me, no trick or treat
Hunnid thousand on the road when
The whip hit the street
Dawg got a hit pint of red
Think he sipping pink
Think that you up? That's a dream, boy
You still asleep wake yo ass up
Pull up to yo crib masked up, better get okay
Fuck you watching?
Pull up to your crib masked up
Better get spoofed
Still'll go and eat some ramen noodles
I ain't get bougie
Nice guy but playing with my
Pape' and I'ma get moody
High as hell dripping, kicks Louis
Finna twist dookies
Oh, you watching, huh?
Mister Think You Tough, oh, you plotting
Huh? You the type to post guns
But never really shot 'em, huh?
You gon' get dropped
This is not a Tris pop, bitch
I only sip Wock'
Got a bag on me, no trick or treat
Hunnid thousand on the road when
The whip hit the street
Dawg got a hit pint of red
Think he sipping pink
Think that you up? That's a dream, boy
You still asleep wake yo ass up
Ride Cullinan like fuck a Lamb' truck
Quagy-agy got me stuck, I can't stand up
I'll run it up sitting down
Always feel likе somebody's watching
It's a blick around
Chilling wide awake for thе pape'
Can't fall asleep, I ain't even blinking
Ride around, play after play
Real flight catcher
Next week you might see me in Phoenix
Watch Presidential
Gate around the crib, it is not residential
I don't need the tech but
The Crocs are essential
V10 roaring, I am not in a rental
Take that cap off, I don't talk to purpers
One thing you can't do is
Make a boss a worker i don't do the Cookie
Last time was off the burners
Think he tough on the net
Knock him off the server
Think he tough, at the most he a cyberbully
I just spent twelve K on designer hoodies
Only brought ten bags? Shit, you fired
Rookie (Shit, you gotta get a new job)
Up now, fuck next, shit, who not?
Big hammer, I ain't get it out a toolbox
Shit, damn, hole in his top like a juice box
Brodie seen a opp and got to
Blowing like his food hot
Shit, he live the thug life like he 2Pac
Wanna know unc'? He like
Ruckus off of Boondocks
Got the juice but I ain't
Falling off the rooftop
Used to have a pocket full of lint
Now it's blue guap (yeah, yeah)
Oh, you watching, huh?
Mister Think You Tough, oh, you plotting
Huh? You the type to pose guns
But never really shot 'em, huh?
You gon' get dropped
This is not a Tris pop, bitch
I only sip Wock'
Got a bag on me, no trick or treat
Hunnid thousand on the road when
The whip hit the street
Dawg got a hit pint of red
Think he sipping pink
Think that you up? That's a dream, boy
You still asleep wake yo ass up